Ever wondered what an eel would sound like if it donned Ray Charles sunglasses and fronted a slow~wave~no~wave late night jam band? With the ability to harness the power of heavy waves, night after night Mr Eel uses the forgotten bones of Kamikaze pilots and dead sea men to emit psychedelic sonar pulses; weaving delicate, kaleidoscopic, geometric patterns to hypnotize his audience – who unknown to them are the unfortunate dead, trapped between worlds in a watery grave. Their souls provide haunting harmonies, like a shipwrecked choir – forced to accompany the electrified staccato laughter of Mr Eel and his beautiful blues. So succinct and delicate it is – it’s almost poetry for the ears. Haiku/bijou. Haiku, bless you…
