M.O.T.O.

***"44 actual years into MASTERS OF THE OBVIOUS’ career and nuthin’s somehow still panning out nuggets by the barrel-full. This latest raid on Caporino’s Vault comes in the form of TERRAMOTO, another 20-sumthin’-song smattering of Savage Middle Aged M.O.T.O. chestnuts. Suck it, Geraldo!

As with the recent excavation Wall of Phlegm, this collection is sourced from Paul Caporino’s late 20th century bedroom recordings—a notorious body of work— previously shared via short-run cassettes. Replete with curiously manipulated pitching, precarious guitar-mangling, primitive rhythm box electro-drumming and immensely pleasing, perfectly greased songcraft. It’s precisely this fuzzy racket that has turned hundreds into devout M.O.T.O. zombies the world over… And we hereby demand more!

Take any 90-second moment from TERRAMOTO—might we suggest 'We Are the Rats', 'Deliver Deliver Deliver', 'Overtime Express' (INSANE) or the always astonishing 'Catamaran'—and ingest the endlessly endearing and unduplicable punky hiss. Every shard’s a diamond of D.I.Y. Rock’n’Roll… serious enough for the know-it-all collector compilations of the future, but still wild enough to have you pouring a brew down someone’s scalp. Purchase required!

That old guy Einstein once said something like 'The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.' He never heard M.O.T.O."—Mitch Cardwell