FEVER THE GHOST: ZIRCONIUM MECONIUM
FEVER THE GHOST
“It’s 1968 and the Rolling Stones don’t make Satanic Majesties Request — Rush do. And Rush are like 13 years old.” That’s what the Flaming Lips’ Wayne Coyne, who helped introduce Fever the Ghost to the world by featuring them on the first track of his band’s Beatles tribute album last year, said after hearing Zirconium Meconium. He’s not far off, but I might just say it sounds like “drugs.” Not “druggy,” or “drug-inspired,” but like actual fucking drugs. And from the press release, which describes this record as “a collection of songs musically interpreting the third dimensional integration process from the perspective of vital force energy incarnating into the physical world,” I can only ascertain that this is on purpose. That’s fine. Fortunately, these drugs are particularly good and this LP is both whimsical and addictively alluring. Lacking traditional structures, the album’s tracks wind their way through hypnotic grooves, odd noises, and revelatory moments of pop transcendence, coming across less as songs and more as all-encompassing experiences—episodes on an epic, awe-inspiring journey. Though it’s dense enough that first-time listeners might want suggestions of songs to start with, Zirconium Meconium is a long, strange trip and it’s this reviewer’s opinion that it is better experienced as a whole. Fever the Ghost synthesizes glam, psychedelia, Krautrock, and pretty much every sonic style into something that may make you forget that other music even exists.