Les Claypool, since the day I started playing bass to the day I stopped playing bass (though a bass player never really stops playing bass), has long reigned as my bass rock idol. Claypool, like me, doesn’t take the world too seriously, rather just seriously enough, which is how everyone should take the world; but I digress. There’s an indisputable sense of tongue in cheekiness to his work that’s long kept me a fan of his work, which is why I jumped (and I actually did jump!) at the chance to talk about his latest project, the second album from The Claypool Lennon Delirium, South of Reality.
I like Sean Lennon too, but if you read my words on the record, you’ll understand pretty damn quick that I don’t have anywhere near the personal investment in his music and his legacy as I do Claypool’s. Regardless, they make a terrific team. Proof is in the album.
You can read my full review on the pages of Paste Magazine.
A Constant Visual Feast 