by Daniel Gioffre
This extremely confusing album bears all the marks of being conceived in the mind of an escaped mental patient. Granted, as the album progresses, the songs become more focused and traditional, but the opening of Screw Up is pure chaos. Starting with a piece (titled &Shukuchoku-No-Choro-Wa-Chirou-De-Sourou&) that consists solely of handclaps and vocals that alternate between banshee-like wails and highly syncopated figures, the record segues into the dirge metal of &Zakuro-No-Hone.& The overall effect of Screw Up is so disturbing because it juxtaposes slightly proggy funk-influenced rock and metal with vocals furiously sung by young Japanese women (lead singer Mutsumi's frantic shrieking makes Jonathan Davis seem like a choirboy in comparison). Some of the forays into English lyrics are more amusing than anything else (are they shouting &stand on your head&?), but this actually doesn't detract from the impact of the music at all, because the entire album comes off as joyfully, gleefully absurd. One problem with Super Junky Monkey is that the band often doesn't hit as hard as they ought to, a result of the fact that Keiko's guitar is buried in the mix. However, the odd song structures and clever arrangements serve to keep the listener's attention, even if they don't speak Japanese. Listeners may not be sure what to make of Super Junky Monkey, but anyone looking for a unique take on rock and metal would surely find themselves greatly amused and delighted by Screw Up. A surprising success.