Solid Gold Tooth/Ice Cream/Jet Pet/RTX-USA/Kool Down Wheels
Chances Are the Comets in Our Future/Yin Jim Versus the Vomit Creature
(Edge of the) Ape Oven
Florida Avenue Theme/Lick My Boots/Glitterburst/Funky Son/Ratcreeps
Double vinyl LP repressing of this album, originally released in December 1990. The album was recorded in San Francisco, California between October 1989 and June 1990. At only four subdivided tracks, none of which clock in... more » under 15 minutes, the record has plenty of time to weave a mesmerizing web that is sometimes menacing, sometimes startling. For all of its high-brow allusions, Twin Infinitives nearly reeks of vice; a dark, sordid feel pervades the record, and the listener can almost picture the band recording in a filthy apartment in the middle of the night in various states of intoxication and debauchery. Drag City. 2009.« less
Double vinyl LP repressing of this album, originally released in December 1990. The album was recorded in San Francisco, California between October 1989 and June 1990. At only four subdivided tracks, none of which clock in under 15 minutes, the record has plenty of time to weave a mesmerizing web that is sometimes menacing, sometimes startling. For all of its high-brow allusions, Twin Infinitives nearly reeks of vice; a dark, sordid feel pervades the record, and the listener can almost picture the band recording in a filthy apartment in the middle of the night in various states of intoxication and debauchery. Drag City. 2009.
"This is the sound of the rock n' roll genome, post-Altamont and recycled through way too many misunderstandings, miscarriages, mistakes, and misappropriations. A summer of love hangover rounding the bend into a punk rock junky nightmare, where it shatters on impact into a thousand beautiful shards. This is where Downtown meets the Haight, where filthy indie self-loathing and numb-gummed tax exile knock skinhead into feathered shag. The confetti that bursts from within these two seemingly dissimilar cascarones turns out to have the same sparkle. All of these musical and weird sociolinguistic detours that Chuck, Elvis, Buddy, and Bo would never have imagined in their wildest dreams were a given by the time Royal Trux recorded this head-scratcher. Understandably, some will never get it. However, those willing to ride the cyclonic uptake of this scumbag rock echo-chamber will find a place where early Sonic Youth at their most damaged take a sharp detour into a blurry nod. But the rock gods will make the best of a bad situation, when push comes to shove; and the ultimate indie-rock mess comes right out the other side of the black hole into brilliant. There's hiss and moan and clank and tremelo blooze slop, all arranged in an intuitive conversation where Ornette and Burroughs have a Jamaican sound system battle with cheap drum machines and even cheaper amps. In the end, Jerry Garcia and Darby Crash share needles, to the horror of their respective fanbases, but to the delight of those who remember that rock n' roll means endless possibilities."
Genuis or a THC Accident?
Phil Avetxori | 05/12/1998
(4 out of 5 stars)
"If you are familiar with the other records by RTX and HAVEN't heard this one, then hang on to yer lobes. This album takes up where "trout mask replica" by Captain Beefheart left off. The only difference is in the gravy that is left behind in yer britches after the initial listen. Jenifer's voice on "NY bridge" sounds like she was gargling glass and razorblades when she recorded it. The cd has four cuts, one cut for each side of the original double vinyl. Hang on all you alternative types, although the record is already nearly ten years old, it is centuries ahead of any of YOU! (yes, you!)"
An indie classic which makes you vibrate with fear and joy
Roger Deforest | Fresno, CA | 03/29/2003
(5 out of 5 stars)
"This album can no doubt only be enjoyed with an open mind and a sense of humor. Neil and Jennifer created "Twin Infinitives" to keep the stupid Pussy Galore fans from coming to their shows. I guess it worked. Along with the recently released Hand Of Glory, this album is Royal Trux's rare trek into experimental post-punk junk rock. In other words if you love Celine Dion you'll probably vomit upon the first few notes of this album and loathe all things associated with the Great and Almighty Royal Trux."
Incomprehensible mulch or masterpiece?
Adam Naworal | Florida USA | 01/03/2001
(5 out of 5 stars)
"I still don't know, but TWIN INFINITIVES earns a 5 for balls alone! This album is from the tape-loops and noise era of RTX. It has sounds of early Kraftwerk, Delta blues, go-go, noise rock, shoegazer, and classic hard rock..... often all at once! True, it takes a few listens to get, much less like, but once you give it a shot, you'll be gald you did. There's almost no trace of the current RTX sound, but they never made music for the average listener. RTX were and continue to be a music fan's band. Let them open your ears to a new level of comprehension."
Nothing Like It
Mark A. Horowitz | Seattle, WA United States | 05/26/2008
(3 out of 5 stars)
"My personal review of this monster would have five stars, but I recognize that not everyone shares my love for horrible noise. Just trust me--love it or hate it (I can't imagine much middle ground except total bewilderment), you've never heard anything like this. Soundtrack music for very, very bad experiences, remembered through a psychotic or pharmaceutical haze."
Track Listings (4) - Disc #1
