Sheherherhers

How, salaryman, would you care to unwind? Do you like bongos? How about girls and beer? Do you like to paint yourself red and get into a heated argument with an electronic percussion pad in a Koenji basement? That’s it office boy, let off that steam! Sure, of course you can headbutt that drum. Whatever takes your mind off work and towards the goofy animistic cult of Sheherherhers:

Tokyo’s Sheherherhers describe themselves as “an enigmatic nine-member collective, a chaotic zoo skilled in jumbled-up music”. They prefer to be photographed wearing animal heads and hanging out of trees. Onstage they spool out semi-improv junk-art music like bug-eyed Martian spiders while frontman TKD iggies his way around the stage in various piques of demonic possession:

But on record Sheherherhers reign in the chaos and lay down some funky gibbon grooves like those which underpin Homage To MacArthur from the band’s first demo CD. The good general’s name is the unlikely callsign for some warm, delightful African rhythms with only the slightest hint of squealing incoherence underneath:

Sheherherhers - Homage To MacArthur