Think Deliverance in Wonderland; Motorhead’s Lemmy unleashed in OZ; a Magic School Bus ride through time and space where the only cargo is banjos, accordions, and a penchant for Klezmer/Irish flavored jigs… Oh, and its all through the kaleidoscopic tripstorm that is Pink Floyd….
Their name: The Polka Floyd Show.
Too much to handle? Well, that’s exactly what’s in store for you upon listening to their self-titled album. Unlike depressing reincarnations of the Grateful Dead, Toots & The Maytalls, The Doors, etc., Polka Floyd are living proof of the fact that acid-casualties of yore, now gracefully aged, denture-bound, and in need of a pre-bingo dance fix can boogie to something slightly familiar, less egdy, and with or without hip damage.
Just as so many sunchildren gaped vastly into the lava-lamp infinity of Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall, one must approach Polk Floyd slightly different. The way in which they make up for their legendary influence is through drastic reconstruction, delivery, and relentless genre blending. Is this rock? Is this polka? Is this Balkan? Might it be Zydeco? Or is this Syd Barret’s twisted last comedic hurrah upon his onetime band mates from beyond the grave? We will never know. The resolution to this quandary? The Polka Floyd Show.
The band has creatively re-imagined Pink Floyd, a band so groundbreaking and otherwise un-re-imaginable, that there is almost no words to describe or explain exactly what Polka Floyd have produced. To attempt to sum up their self-titled album– instead of some ridiculously mind-bending Roger Waters light show- Polka Floyd have added punk-paced, accordion-driven, guitar-solo laden renditions of their predecessors timeless tracks. Does it work? Well, based on the fact that they leave a listener speechless/irritated/entertained/mystified simultaneously is a good indicator.
Stand out tracks include “One Of These Days…”; an instrumental Hootenanny of carnage rife with guitar asides and energetic rhythmic force, “Have A Cigar” which takes the iconic original and turns it into an explosive Bar-Mitzvah hoedown, and “Hey You” an originally slow tempo, synthesizer-driven magnum-opus that has been turned upside-down, right-side up, then upside down again. It is meant to be comedic, serious, or ironic? It is practically impossible to tell, and the reason why I would recommend listening to the record. Not necessarily for a heavy Pink Floyd experience, but for an experience nonetheless, even if it ends in divorce, arson, or conversion. Kidding of course.
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