Clocking in at just under 20 minutes, Odi Profanum Vulgas Et Arceo, the latest offering from European headcase, Miss Violetta Beauregarde, is a short, sharp jolt to the system. A spastic, schizophrenic attack on the senses that pounces with a venomous energy and attempts to challenge every concept you’ve ever had of what music is supposed to be, then crashes out before you’ve had the chance to figure out what the hell just hit you.
**Note: This is an archived review, originally published on Big Yawn music site in 2006**
With shrieking vocals reminiscent of a spoilt 12 year-old girl having a seizure, Beauregarde’s manic yelping encapsulates the utterly nonsensical vibe of this whole affair. As she screeches such psychopathic odes to insanity as I Can’t Believe Hedgehogs Have a Bone Inside Their Cock, you can literally feel your brain working double, nay, treble time trying to make even the slightest bit of sense of it all.
Musically, ad-hoc electronic calamity is the order of the day here. Simple, snarling drum ‘n’ bass make up the ramshackle foundations to this house of madness from which Miss Beauregarde spouts such random mantras about liking tin foil (or something) on We Had a Riot Doing Diacetylmorphine and the inevitable death of some bloke named Flanger (Flanger When You Die).
All the while, a plethora of blips and beeps attack from all corners, like an army of Ataris going to war with a fleet of Super Nintendos inside a microwave. To this end, your bewildered reviewer can’t help but draw a brief comparison to data-punks Frantic Mantis, or even to an inebriated Aphex Twin chucking a few ‘Prodigy throw-a-ways into a blender.
The computer game thing continues, in this writer’s mind at least, with such beat-em-up slogans as I’m Wolverine and You’re a Walrus and I’m Kicking Your Ass, leaving you wondering whether little Violetta doesn’t actually live in her own techno-fantasy world where digital devils and hi-tech beasts rule supreme.
It’s mental, it’s insane, but is it any good? Well, truth be told, yes, yes it is. Though you may need a few listens just to prepare yourself for the oncoming onslaught of total carnage, after a while, you start to get used to the head-fuck and dance around like a hysterical freak, celebrating the euphoria in realising that in just under twenty minutes, every concept you’ve ever had of what music is supposed to be, has changed.