On their new album Melbourne’s own ferocious art punk jazz rockers have produced another accomplished bash of simultaneously highly composed pieces, fiery free jazz squalls of noise, and strange minimal tinkering. With a sonic wall of brass consisting of Timothy O’Dwyer on saxophone, James Wilkinson on Trombone and Adam Simmons on saxophone, thumping bass and guitar courtesy of Dave Brown and punishing percussion from Sean Baxter, live the quintet are an onslaught of epic proportions. With sixteen pieces, twelve of which are part of the evenement suite written by O’Dwyer, in which certain themes are revisited using different instruments, and time signatures and lashed together by some wildly original and abstract improvisation, the works here despite their lofty artistic aspirations are imbued with a dirge filled punk rock energy. And that’s probably the key to Bucketrider, with their pretentious French titles and dedications to jazz greats like Dom Cherry, their final (and best) track is an epic noisy muscled head banging groove named after pint sized Uncanny X Men lead singer Brian Mannix. That’s what Bucketrider do best, high low and noisy in your face art that gives you finger while you try to determine just how the hell they managed to pull it off.
Bob Baker Fish
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