Thee Polish Chicken & the Ass, OJ’s debut album, sounds like whatever the fuck Olivia and Jeff want it to sound like. Although the album plays through like scattered voice memos, it’s a wacky, worthwhile blueprint for their two subsequent releases, the punkier and more-concise “Bend you into the ocean of lava blood” and “Dreamdinger” -- I’ll be sure to post these in the future. Thee Polish Chicken is a “mix of live recordings, sound collages, and solo stuff,” but don’t equate that with purposelessness. OJ’s musical wandering somehow works as a sprawling 48-minute album. As a first release, that is hilarious. As an engaging release, that is impressive.
0:00 Cool Runnins
0:40 Distant Gardens
5:57 t*santi Clog pt3
7:12 asshole outta me makes
9:44 asshole outta you makes
13:08 \"You don't strike me as a shrinking violet\"
15:56 Poop tub
17:29 Multi-colored plastic insects dreams of youth
