Home-grown and humble Chinchilla party trio with diamond sharp tunes of tight, hard hitting drums, sweet colourful guitar licks and powered up casio melody.

The plan (it's as plain as a pikestaff) is to have as much of a party as certified hedonologists could install. And as a result, for those who crave reckless abandon with (or without) stimulants, strobe lights, fireworks and dancing with independent limbs, Cowtown sounds the very sort of thing to play when things are starting to look like they might not get out of control. In such right hands as those possessed by Cowtown, a 1977 Korg Micro Preset, a 1986 Casio SK1, a drum kit and a guitar only need a tangential voice or two and it's all done. Chunky parts from guitar and Casio pummel the diaphragm and shake the dangly parts. Drumming is on the nicely heavy side. There are plenty of riffs, tunes, klangs and exclamations. More than enough to titillate even the most jaded of post-mathrock snorecore buffs. It's mostly instrumental, but when voice comes in the semantic balance still doesn't move any closer to the rational side. If anything it's the opposite, While an ancient Casio isn't normally called on to tell detailed stories of extreme dancing, the presence of a lyric does tend to raise expectations of meaningful words to pass on to the curious. Fortunately, I can offer very little. I suspect that some of what is sung or shouted would fall a little short of the good advice that might be offered by The Department for Children, Schools and Families. What I can report is that the tracks are inventive, a bit crazy, surprisingly melodic and really very chirpy - Whisperin & Hollerin