A Tribute To Lobster Priest: A Wild Sonic Odyssey by One Wobbly Egg
Alright, buckle up, because A Tribute To Lobster Priest by One Wobbly Egg is not your average rock-electronic hybrid—it’s more like a chaotic love letter to noise and experimentation. Released in 2007 under the UK-based label Infinite Exchange, this album feels less like music you’d casually throw on at a party and more like something that sneaks into your brain when you least expect it. And honestly? That’s what makes it so damn unforgettable.
First off, let’s talk about “Hawkfork.” This track hits hard—like, "did someone just drop an industrial blender into my headphones?" hard. It’s got layers of distorted riffs and glitchy beats that feel like they’re fighting for dominance, but somehow still manage to groove together. The whole thing sounds like if Nine Inch Nails decided to jam with Aphex Twin while some dude recorded random radio static in the background. There’s this point halfway through where everything drops out except for this eerie, pulsing hum, and I swear, it gave me goosebumps. Or maybe that was just existential dread. Either way, it stuck with me.
Then there’s “The One Man Mosh Pit,” which might as well be renamed “Chaos Incarnate.” Imagine trying to mosh alone in your bedroom while your cat stares at you like you’ve lost your mind—that’s the vibe here. The track starts with these jagged guitar stabs that sound like they were ripped straight from a nightmare, then gets layered with pounding drums and electronic bleeps that refuse to sit still. At one moment, it almost lulls you into thinking it’ll calm down… and BAM! Back to madness. It’s exhausting, but also weirdly cathartic. Like screaming into a pillow after a long day.
One Wobbly Egg clearly didn’t come to play it safe. Between jukebox manipulations, tape loops, field recordings, and who-knows-what-else, this project throws every trick in the book (and probably a few outside of it) into the mix. Big props to Waz Hoola for mastering this beast—it must’ve been like herding caffeinated cats. You can tell every sound was intentional, even if it doesn’t always make immediate sense.
What really stands out about A Tribute To Lobster Priest isn’t just its genre-blurring audacity; it’s how raw and unfiltered it feels. Listening to it is like eavesdropping on someone’s fever dream. Sure, it’s messy, but isn’t life too?
Here’s the kicker though: after all the clashing sounds and abstract vibes, the album ends, and you’re left sitting there wondering… what does any of this have to do with lobsters or priests? Maybe nothing. Or maybe everything. Honestly, I think that mystery is kinda beautiful.
