

Melt-Banana's sound (especially in the late 90's) is a tough one to categorize. Frenetic, grinding drums and chirpy female vocals both play a large part, but it's the guitar work that really puts it over the top. Sounding like some sort of malfunctioning, insane circus machinery, the axe-work is run through a series of alternating effects, sometimes screeching, sometimes echoing, and sometimes exploding -- but hardly ever sounding like a GUITAR at all. It's fucked up.
Scratch or Stitch, in my opinion, was the band's high point. In the years following, Trey Spruance and Mike Patton got ahold of the band, doing "guest spots" on their records and steering them away from their brilliant and unique course. Soon after, Melt-Banana realized their profitablity and began recording poppier and more easily-digestable music. Which is a shame.
Following the show at The Vista, I had a chance to talk with the four polite young freaks that make up Melt-Banana. Gibbering awkwardy about my admiration for their music, it soon became apparent that they didn't understand a word I was saying. The sweaty, incoherent gaijin standing before them was making them nervous, and they quickly signed a glossy 8x10 for me and sent me on my way. Which I still have (and treasure) to this day.
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"Charlie" is still my favoite MB album, but this one plays a close second. I saw them play at the Trocadero in San Francisco years and years ago, and had a pretty similar experience. Lot's of girls in the audience removed their shirts.
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