Brain (2005, Omega
Maybe I have a penchant for alliteration but I can’t
help but describe Zom Zoms as zany. Hyper-active synthesizer rock
made by guys named Zom/s, bringing out their Devo fetish in a yelp-heavy,
Zoms Frenchman gurgles, yips, and hiccups his way
through mazes of compucore rhythms and freaked-out video game tunage.
Zom Philmapster and Philip Philmapster add, well, more laser-bleeps
and an occasional guitar.
outfit is very straight-faced, but every note of this album is quite
ridiculous, which is why this works. No winks, no retro-chic, nothing
but synths and asylum-style singing. It floats a tad outside even
the largely acceptant indiestream (and well beyond the ever-ignorant
mainstream), but it’s too serious about being madcap Moog
rock to be considered a novelty.