Released
1999

Label
Seeland

Reviewed by
Matt Simpson

Visit
Bob Ostertag

Last Edit/Update
29 June, 1999

Pantychrist

Pantychrist

Noise meets Noise meets Cabaret Tokyo meets San Francisco meets NYC
meets Venus Godzilla meets John Cage meets Princess Grace
PANTYCHRIST is -- San Francisco's sampling genius Bob
Ostertag, Tokyo's premiere noise DJ Otomo Yoshihide...
[Taken from Ostertag's web site]

  Track Listing

1. Overture
2. Feet So Low
3. Bitter Mommy
4. I Love Animals
5. Sunshine
6. Giddy Up Cowboy
7. Purple Buttterflies
8. When I Come Back
9. Coconut
10. King Kong
11. Wooden Shoes
12. Suzanne
13. Just Whistle
14. The Tigress Inside
15. A Dreadful Thing (Coda)

    Pantychrist. Yes, quite an odd and somewhat appealing name that is fitting for this project. Pantychrist consists of: Bob Ostertag, a sampling genius and production wizard; Omoto Yoshihide, Tokyo noise DJ extraordinare; and Justin Bond, super drag queen of San Fransisco and New
York.
    Negativland, known for their oddity, has given their own unique stamp of approval on this album: "This CD is fuckin' weird". With praise like that, you KNOW you can't go wrong. Pantychrist drips with total off the wall and weird songs. Damn. This is one of the few CDs that really and truly entertains me. I love listening to this album.
    "SO HOW WEIRD IS IT?" OK, OK. The music ranges from old 40's bopper music to happy cheesy sitcom music to disturbing subnoise experimentation. Ostertag and Yoshihide combine to give a distinct variety of flavors for Bond to work with. With vinyl pops and sampled insanity throughout, Justin Bond works his, well, magic. Bond is, to say the least, insane. Totally queer in every respect, he rants and raves to the utmost reaches of oddity. For those who may have heard of Bond, he has an act as "Kiki" and also got in a squabble at Madonna's birthday party with D'Angelo during his act.
    Bond is what really gives this CD it's character. His improv skills are really what entertains me. The lyrics, if you want to call them that, are extremely off the wall. Words really can't do them justice as subjects range from how the sunshine beats his ass in the house where he lives (after all, he has no curtains in that house) to how he yearns to come back, after death, as a big busted black woman begging to SUCK MY BIG-ASS TITTY! Yes. I love hearing him rant and rave with various treatments on his already queer voice.
    Pantychrist plans to tour this year, and you had better believe my little white arse shall be there to watch this insanity in person. For actual entertainment (there's BOUND to be really weird onstage antics to support the WEIRD sounds/voices), you'd be wise to attend yourself.