Gee Gee Decorator - s/t

There Are No Secrets Anymore Except For Those You Don't Know Pt. 436... And so we have Gee Gee Decorator, an unknown unknown almost too good to be true, so much so in fact i've already heard murmurings of a hoax... Well, i'm going to take this one at face value and report what i do know. Coq Au Vinyl, the label you'll perhaps remember for reintroducing Pat Metheny's insane Zero Tolerance to the world, have uncovered a private press oddity outta Newark circa late 70s/early 80s which seems to inscrutably sit between a few different worlds - outsider disco/funk; no wave; noise rock - without really adhering to any particular accepted style. The players, like the tracks, are all unnamed, making it hard to discern just how much of this was chance and what was calculated. Were these art school kids fucking around or slightly straighter musicians playing band and getting it a little wrong (i.e. right)? What is clear is that if you chance on a sound like this then you might consider yourself  either very lucky or very talented indeed. We have metallic guitar and drum clang broadly in the same realm as Royal Trux/Pussy Galore/Jon Spencer/Chrome Cranks, and vocals that err towards the nursery rhyme melodicism of ESG, the weirdo lacivity of Tonetta and early hip hop playfulness. What that essentially amounts to is prime autodidactic rock and roll, production quality in the bin, fearlessness turned all the way up to 11. It is, in short, wild business, classic American Folk Art in its way and with it, evidence yet again that no matter how hard you try you can't know it all. Ridiculous and inspiring in equal measure, and about the most fun i've had all year (and believe me, i hate fun).