Ho-Ag Go To Pluto
Ho-Ag
The Word From Pluto
(Hello Sir)
The backlash to the backlash against demoting Pluto challenged the idea anyone really cares about there being only eight planets. Nine-year olds learning the solar system will be happier to do without one more. The only people who care are former third graders. Them and Ho-Ag.
As untimely as an album title can be, The Word From Pluto threatens to have such little impact even dwarves themselves are passing wind at its mention. But like the celestial body, the origins of the songs on Pluto are equally mysterious. Flailing math rock? Dev-OD? Airplane glue? “Under The Maps” has trouble deciding if it will ever repeat an eight-barre sequence before obliging (hastily) and skittering onto “Lemon Juice Or Vinegar” and its Jesus Lizard-sized bass intro. There are no gems when it comes to Ho-Ag because by definition they’d have to be refined and strikingly beautiful. The beings on Pluto all have excess limbs, hair where there shouldn’t be, and a stammering gait inflicted by spasms. Fuck Mars, there’s life on this one.
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— Steve Forstneger
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