Bügsküll

Often skittish and disorienting, these guys can be tough to get a bead on, but I find them really exciting to listen to, engrossing. Lo-fi bedroom pop, but with this free jazz sprawl scribbled over everything and an irreverent application of electronics that makes me think of other art-rock weirdos like the Residents. On Snakland, their 1995 LP, they sound like early Beck if he ditched the busking East Village folkster persona and anticipated early Animal Collective.


Freaky.