ETERNIFINITY! The odds and ends follow up to the undergound hit album, 'HELLO'!!! This ep contains two outtakes from the debut album (Joy, Tinkli Vinkli) as well as a groovy return to HELLO's melancholic pop masterpiece, 'Happiness'. Extra production finds it's way onto this 2nd outing, with William Tyler (Lambchop, Silverjews) adding lead guitar and Loney Hutchins (Bobby Bare Jr, Wrong Angles) adding bass and drum duties. A must have for fans of The Mattoid's sharp debut. Popmatters.com review: 'The Mattoid. With a name like that you might expect a former WWF Intercontinental Champion, perhaps someone who had a longstanding feud with the Junkyard Dog in the early '80s. That's not quite it, although the intercontinental tag fits. The Nashville-based Helsinki native certainly has an, um, unique sound. I think this EP of his would make a fine soundtrack for Baltimore's American Visionary Art Museum, one of the country's foremost outsider art locales. It's not that the music is even that bizarre -- 'Crazy Muthas' is pretty straightforward synth-pop -- but when it's sung in fractured English by someone whose main vocal influences seem to Jonathan Richman and Cookie Monster, it still leaves you in a state where all you can do is stare at the CD player in a state of disbelief, even though you know there's nothing to see there. It would be easy to dismiss The Mattoid as a novelty act but there's something oddly alluring about him. The EP actually has some staying power. The compositions are kitschy but catchy, in an indie-lounge sort of way, and his lyrics are funny, but delivered with a sincerity that makes him hard to dismiss. And really, who can't get behind a song about a hunchback sea cucumber and a psychedelic toad? - David Malitz' hybrid magazine: 'Yeah dude, this is the shit. Too bad you're not cool enough to hang with this weird cat. I don't really know what this 'Sango' music is, but I know I like it. It's smooth, simple and flowing, like the river, with little swirling eddies of complexity that go spinning off into the night. So, imagine a bald Finn in a robe singing smoky lounges in Nashville; yeah, it's sorta like that. No wait, it exactly is that. I won't compare The Mattoid to any other artist since it would be an incomplete and inapt comparison, not to mention a bit insulting, as The Mattoid is simply The Mattoid, and apparently only in the third person. It's all a combination of the familiar and the alien; simultaneously comforting and disturbing, but guaranteed to leave you with a perplexing smile. Maybe it's just me, but this album satisfies a very base desire to spout pure nonsense to most righteous vibes like a complete fool. So keep on surfing; and hope you never have to realize that a banana can't be a mobile phone. -JD'
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