Sunday, December 28, 2025

Pinball Wizardry Dept. - Brian Protheroe

Sleeve job by Dave at the Pork Bend Kinko's - ask to see the range of wedding invites and corporate logos!


 

If Mr. Protheroe had focused his huge talents a little back in '74, if he'd ditched the whimsy and insisted on a better sleeve, he might have broken in the Untied Snakes of Amerigo instead of remaining a bit of a cult in the UK. A cult with a boney-fido hit in the terrific title track, which ensured his continued semi-fame as a one hit wonder.


For this FoamEdit©, I've cut the whimsy, tweaked the running order and graciously donated a swell new cover, all of which costs him, and you, absolutely nothing. Zip. Nada. What do I get out of the deal? A tingling sensation in my hams, from bad posture.

Earworm melodies, chord changes to make the Dan Fan's mouth water, high quality vocals (including note-perfect harmonies), inneresding woids and soopoib production. You might call it jazz-inflected art-pop, if you knew what that meant, ya bum. Just make sure you download this sucker, because it's friggin' awesome.

 

https://thestrangebrew.co.uk/interviews/brian-protheroe/

 

This post funded in part by the Dorothy Kilgallen Memorial Cocaine Enthusiast's Society, Fifth Ave., NY, NY

Monday, December 22, 2025

Yuletide Special Dept. - Guess What Album [-Ed.] Is Listening To And WIN A Bag Of Gas Station Boner Pills, A VHS Copy Of Bumfights 3, A Yard Of Rebar With A Lump Of Bloody Concrete On The End, A Fortnight In A Yemen Ass Factory Wearing Women's Lingerie, A Fire-Damaged '72 Pinto Soup Kitchen, And A Pre-Chewed Target© Own Brand Tuna-n'-Cheese Melt Senior Meal!

Legacy Foam-O-Graph© - Somewhere Between Truth And Reality!


Yes, dear friends, it's th' Xmas Season again, again! To commemorate the birthday of historical zealot Jesus X, th' IoF© is offering you, th' Four Or Five Guy™, a chance to win A Bag Of Gas Station Boner Pills, A VHS Copy Of Bumfights 3, A Yard Of Rebar With A Lump Of Bloody Concrete On The End, A Fortnight In A Yemen Ass Factory Wearing Women's Lingerie, A Fire-Damaged '72 Pinto Soup Kitchen, And A Pre-Chewed Target© Own Brand Tuna-n'-Cheese Melt Senior Meal!

How to get yer griftin' mitts on this Yuletide Cornycopia of Christmassyness®? Simply study the above Foam-O-Graph© - yours to keep whatever you decide! - and descry what swell album [-Ed.] [above - Ed.] is lissenin' to thru his hairy ol' lugholes! Ain't he a cutie?!

Kreemé wishes you a warm one!
 

As a kind of participation trophy for those simply too obtuse to devine the solution, you'll find Secret Santa StealthLinks© to collectable collectibles embedded right here in this here text! They'll be added to from time to time so be sure to check back over the "holidays" to collect the set! Oboy! Somefunhuhfellows!

If you ever, over the days of hysterical excess to come, find yourself wondering what th' literal fuck is going on with this whole "Christmas" deal, drift on over to th' Isle O' Foam© for some precious moments of blessed relief! Be seeing you!

 

 

This post sponsored by the International Institute For Instituting Institutional Institutes, Indian Village, IN (IIIIIII).


Thursday, December 18, 2025

Beatles Dept. - Beatles

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Tuesday, December 16, 2025

It's Th' Rewster! Dept.

New cover by Dave @ Th' Copy Shop©!

Here's a super-swell bumper xmas package of toe-tapping tuneage to see you thru th' "holidays"! Oboy! Why not download multiple copies to give to your loved ones on the mostest special day o' th' year? Because they'd see you as th' cheap, griftin' tightwad which you is, that's why not. Get your fat ass over to Target and treat them to some dump-bin pool shoes instead.

Kimberley Rew might have been a Posh Boy, but he's also a damned Good Egg. A gent, a decent cove, and a genuine below-the-radar talent. He can write songs, dammit. Play geetar. Can't sing much, though, but that matters aught when you have a hurricane of a singer in the line-up, with an unpronounceable name that begins with Katrina - hurricane? Katrina? Too soon?

Kimbers started out, more or less, as a Soft Boy, hiding his light under Robyn's bushel, and their story is here (really, take a hinge if you haven't - it's a typically insightful piece shot through with my trademark wacky humor).

His first as-a-solo-artist release was the undernourished Bible Of Bop [left - Ed.] comp, crippled by a wretchedly lousy cover design and a dumb title. In case you're wondering, which you ain't, the bishop figure on the cover refers to the owner of the record label, whose name was Bishop. Hence bible. You're right, it makes no sense, and the artwork is shit on a skewer. So I retitled it How Do You Do?, shuffled the tracks for a smoother listening experience, gave it a spiffy new cover, and upgraded the whole thing to @193. You don't care and you damn well should, you ingrate, because it's preternaturally swell and clocks in at an IoF©-approved thirty minutes.

Th' Rewster's big break came after years of paying dues on the prestigious UK army base circuit. Read their story in the enclosed notes - you'll get a picture of a bunch of great people having a great grimy time and finally nailing the Big Hit.

The Waves' first waxing [left - Ed.], featured eight raw Rew originals, including original Walkin' On Sunshine and Goin' Down To Liverpool - Bangles heard it here first. Power-punk-jangle-pop overdose!

First album proper [left - Ed.] picked up by savvy Canuck label Attic, included HIT title song and nine other rockin' Rew originals.

Confused yet? That's okay. Second album [left, ffs - Ed.] on Attic released after Walkin' bcame a hit. from '84. 

First major label release, all their hits re-recorded with beefed-up, chart-friendly sound. One of the best pop albums of the year, and a contender for ever. After this, other band members started grabbing song royalties, weren't up to Rew's standard, band faded from charts but kept gigging.


Th' Rewd Boy hisself, yestiddy, still walking on sunshine. He should form a power trio with Lee Sklar and Silver Fox, you ax me!

 

Friday, December 12, 2025

Movies See Into Future! Shock Dept. - 'Her'

Him and her, chilling at the beach

I didn't much rate Spike Jonze's movie 'Her' back in 2013 (IMDB link). I can't remember why and don't have the time to watch it again to see if I was w-w-wrong. It's about (it says here) a lonely writer who develops an unlikely relationship with an operating system designed to meet his every need. Ring a bell? He carries his device around with him in his shirt pocket, having increasingly emotional conversations with his, er, operating system.

I am once again asking you to commit to the major step of clicking a link to an article I can't be bothered to paraphrase just because you can't be bothered to read it. Here's the link.

TLDR? Never mind. Basically, it's happening in what is known as "real life", only it's even worserer. Lonely individuals are "inseminating" their AI "girlfriends" and having AI "babies". It makes you wonder if the collapse of civilisation is a fair price for unlimited kitten pictures.


What's that buzzin' sound? It's the Hive Mind!

Monday, December 8, 2025

Lick My Vocals Off, Baby Dept.

 

Cover Art by A Dave @ Kinko

Decals hasn't, for me, gained as much over the decades as other Beefheart albums. It sounds a little - thin? It doesn't have the soaked-in atmosphere of the Trout House recordings, and I've always been uncertain about exactly how necessary Ed Marimba/Art Tripp III was. Aaaand, there's maybe four or five songs on the album I love, but a lot of fiddly noodling and honking that never quite gets authentically weird. A lot of clear-thinking folks think it's Beefheart's masterpiece, but what do they know?

But I do enjoy this version, which you might think is exactly the same material where the vocals have been wiped by an astringent household cleanser, but it ain't. It sounds altogether punchier, and there's detail - like the grunted count-ins - not on the original album. So somebody got the raw master takes before Don did his thing. It sounds better, dammit.

In the unlikely event that you have a grail version of the album, do the right thing for once in your wretched so-called life and upload it. 

 

This post funded in part by the Pork Bend Pumice Co.

Tuesday, December 2, 2025

The Band XTC Could Have Been Dept.

 
 
 
The Dukes Of Stratosphear had everything the adenoidal herberts from Swindon's Sausage City lacked - color, fun, and imagination. Also, great album sleeves. They delivered where XTC checked boxes [bullshit - Ed.]. But after two perfect albums, they decided to pack it all in and leave XTC to do the heavy lifting.

Sir John Johns (real name Wayne Phlegm) lead guitarist [left - Ed.], puts it this way: "we were enjoying being the Dukes too much. The first album sold better than any XTC album, and people loved it. It transcended pastiche to become the real thing, real psych-pop that stood alongside anything out of the sixties. So in a way it kind of negated all the pseudo-punk art-pop XTC were doggedly churning out for their miserablist fans. XTC had a stab at the genre with Oranges And Lemons, but it wasn't in the same league. So we burned our kaftans."

It was the world's loss.


Yeah, yeah ... XTC ... ZZZ, you ax me.

Monday, December 1, 2025

Artie Fishell's AI Fun! Dept.

 

Answer in comments - no fair peeking!

The Internet's Artie Fishell [below - Ed.] sez:


Yo! Wassup, bro?! Got a little quiz goin' for ya! Simply study above image of bucolic brotherhood [or sisterhood, or theirhood - Ed.] and in yer own words state in a comment if it's AI [write: YES - Ed.] or not [write: NO - Ed.].

Lucky winner will get their own exclusive dedicated downloadable deliverable! 








Saturday, November 29, 2025

Class Out Th' Ass Dept. - The Bangles

Glossy gals who knew how to throw a pose!


 

Massive global hits when singles sales and radio plays meant something The Bangles wrote, played and sang as fantastic as they looked, and whipped up a storm live. Forget the "greatest girl group ever" tag - which they were - The Bangles are the last great Pop Group.

Today's deliverable is something that plays itself all the way through with no trouble at all. It's not a comprehensive chronological anthology, just a pretty obvious selection of Imperial Period gold, with a couple of "rarities" bundled in. Unusually, the extended versions don't outstay their welcome.

Good for a daily dopamine rush, and to remind yerself of how unbelievably great pop could get. As an added bonus [left - Ed.], a live recording from '84, when you still had your own teeth.

That track list in full!

 





This post funded in part by Veeblefetzer King® "The King of Veeblefetzers!"™

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

It's Not You, It's Me! Dept. - Jellyfish



I should
like these guys, what with the hooks and chops and everything, so why don't I? Something to do with the airless, ELO-like production? Good story about Brian Wilson visiting them at work in the studio - they proudly showed off their vintage equipment, and he remained stoney-faced and left saying barely a word. Later he spoke to the guy he was with, and said he'd done all that years ago, he was really disappointed because he wanted to learn something new!

I don't like their covers, either, which doesn't help, but I can do something about that. 

 

Gee whiz - what am I missing? 

 

Monday, November 24, 2025

It's The Freakbeatles! Dept.


The Creations, yestiddy!

The Creations, day before yestiddy!


Every once in a while, mainly when we're running short on inspiration, we'll be featuring a new feature featuring an Am*zon Reviewer Album Du Jour Of The Day! Take it away, Am*zon Reviewer!

🎸mrrocknroll

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Reviewed in Yemen on November 22, 1957

Verified Purchase


BOUGHT THIS FOR MY HUSBAND HE LOVES IT! ANYONE WHO KNOW ME KNOW I DONT GIVE AWAY FIVE STARS LIGTLY I HAVE OVER 1 HUNDRED "CD'S" SO KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT AS A LONGTIME FAN OF MR RONIE "JAMES" DIO (THE KING OF "ROCK" N 'ROLL) I AWARD THIS ABLUM FIVE STARS MASTERING BY BENNIE GROUNDHOG HIGH MIDS AND WARM SOUNDSTAGE ON MY VEEBLEFETZER VALVE AMP AND TITANIUM TURNTABLE MAT ALHTOUGH I WOULD NOT RECCOMEND THIS AS AN INTRODUCTION NOOBS SHOULD START WITH HIS ICONIC CLASSIC FIRST ABLUM ARIVED IN GREAT CONDITION CASE SLIGHTLY CRACKED WOULD USE THIS SELER AGAIN REVIEW BY MRROCKNROLL AUTHER OF BESTSELLER JOHN MILES MUSIC WAS HIS FIRST LOVE. RECOMENDED

The Creations, day before day before yestiddy!

Thank you, Am*zon Reviewer! Unfortunately we couldn't find any Ronnie James Dio ablums here on th' Isle O' Foam©, so here's swell UK freakbeat combo The Creation with their definitive collection Action Painting, instead!

 

This post re-published because frankly I've run out of things I want to write about, except my book, which I'm spending about six hours a day on. My last bid for overnight success!

Friday, November 21, 2025

TV News! Dept.


Ongoing goings on, going forward ...

 

 

 

Wednesday, November 19, 2025

"Where's Davy?" - The Monkees Head Dept.


This all started years back, with my dissatisfaction with the movie soundtrack album, which I loved (owning three copies at a time when it was harder to locate than a rhinocerous clitoris) but felt needed work - the kind of work Jack Nicholson put into that dizzying sound collage (heard here in unique mind-blowing stereo). It needed to be more like the movie. It needed to be continuous, like a movie. Above all, it needed to be a puzzling, disorienting trip; not a bag of odds and ends. It took much more work than I anticipated, and I suspect some of the stuff I put in will never get out - trapped in the black box.

Pre-digital effects (like this and the 2001 trip) were truly special

You can now play the album on an eternal loop, mirroring the structure of the movie - "and when you see the end in sight, the beginning might arrive." 
The theme of being trapped in a kind of Möbius Sunset Strip that twists through the movie is echoed even in the lyrics of the unused songs. "It's the end, the living end!" someone shouts at the beginning of California, as Peter sings "here I come, right back where I started from." Nesmith puts his characteristic spin on the Strip: "These things I think are new, I guess they're really old. It seems I've done 'em all before. Now I will go to someplace ... where things don't start just to end." That'll be Hollywood, mythical birthplace of the most fascinating and still misunderstood pop group. And Peter, who's always been the dummy, the idiot savant, sums up the frustration with Do I Have To Do This All Over Again, back on the wheel, stuck in the box ... puppets waking up from a dream - of being a boxer, a soldier, a musician, a suicide, a guru - into another dream ...


Although there are more songs on this version than the official release, it's a more intense listen, and it does justice to an intense movie; multi-layered, dreamlike, endlessly rich and deep. Fuck Kubrick. Grab your headphones and half an hour to yourself. Extra points for spotting the Firesign Theatre.

The James Joyce Connection (no, really, stick with it)

From an internet: "James Joyce’s experimental novel Finnegans Wake (1939) is considered a revolutionary masterpiece. Written over the course of nearly two decades, Joyce attempted to create a dreamlike state. Like the eighteenth-century Italian philosopher Giambattista Vico, Joyce believed that history is cyclical. Finnegans Wake is modeled on this concept. The story is written in a circular structure with no beginning or end. In fact, the novel’s opening line is a fragment of a sentence from the novel’s closing line which was left unfinished. Due to the complicated and fluid nature of the novel, critics find it difficult to summarize the plot. The novel does not have a single plot - instead, it has many stories ..."


Supernatural? Perhaps. Baloney? Perhaps not. This concept can occur to, and be expressed artistically by, a bunch of super-smart Hollywood brats quite as well as any Literary Genius or 18c philostopher. "The novel does not have a single plot - instead, it has many stories", or, as Head puts it: "We hope you like our story, although there isn't one ... that is to say there's many ..." The protagonist in Finnegans Wake is referred to as HCE, which can be understood as Here Comes Everybody. In this Fractal Expansion the Head equivalent is Here We Come, or HWC. Here they come, and there they go.


Swim with the mermaids ...


Back cover supplied (above, struggling against white background) . 

Unused poster


Sunday, November 16, 2025

Mental Health Dept. - Stress



Original artwork, run through a few filters.


WhatCulture:

Another wonderful group with only a single album to their name, British neo-psyche rockers, Stress, released their sole, self-titled record in 1990, but what a record it is!

Despite proving a commercial disappointment, the band were well-received critically, with comparisons drawn between themselves, Hendrix and The Beatles [eh? - Ed.].

Those comparisons are well-earned. Nothing feels forced here, and the core group of Wayne Binitie (lead vocals, guitar), Mitch Amachi Ogugua (bass) and Ian Mussington (drums) manage to reference those past greats without ever seeming to ape them.

The core trio are joined by a bewildering amount of players, including such notables as the wonderful Talvin Singh on tabla, Steve Byrd on guitar and Raf Mizraki on “various Turkish instruments.”

You may think that you've heard every variety that psychedelic rock has to offer, but Stress really do bring something different to the table, not least a fine ear for melody, imaginative arrangements and an admirable width of musical vision.

 

Allmusic:

Well-done flower rock with a lot of musical strengths. It's laden with sitars, tablas, odd sounds, and melodies, though it doesn't resort to the tricks of nuevo-psychedelic [eh? - Ed.] music to get by.

 

IoF©:

Groovy, swell, you'll dig it!

 

If this sounds the sort of thing you might like (trust me, it is) you'll find the link in the comments. 

 

Friday, November 14, 2025

Sunday, November 9, 2025

The Only SMiLE You Need

Cover art ©FalseMemoryFoam Art Department Of Art Dept. - spot the source clues?


RE-UPPED. Read th' screed!

I could be wrong [horrors - Ed.] but I think this version gets lost in the avalanche of SMiLE reconstructions because it seems to take away more than it gives. Looking at the track list, there's nothing new here, only a slight re-shuffle, and it commits the cardinal crime of using any available source, rather than attempting an "authentic" contemporary reconstruction, which fans want but will never get. If you have the attention span, please read on, because there's a bullet-proof logic behind the process that resulted in thirty minutes of crystal holy bliss.

One of the many reasons for SMiLE's non-completion is not lack of content; it's the opposite. Brian was coming up with just too much material, finding it impossible to stay focused. Every SMiLE reconstruction has had the same problem. Coming up with a CD length reconstruction, leave alone a forty minute album, has meant trying to find a home for innumerable snippets and unfinished fragments that detract and distract.

The ground rules for this version are:

- No cartoon whimsy Brian at various times suggested it was going to be a comedy album, whatever that is, and this was one of the many distractions that became an unstoppable  shitstorm of ideas. So no I'm In Great Shape, He Gives Speeches, Barnyard, Vegetables or George Fell Into His French Horn skits. This is SMiLE as a work of art.

- No fragments of cover versions No Gee, I Wanna Be Around, You Are My Sunshine, The Old Master Painter ... Ask not why I cut them out, ask why they were ever included in the first place.

- No "elements suite"
Another unfinished concept he was trying to shoe-horn in (or not, depending on who you read). It's an unnecessary complication. Fire never resolved itself into an actual piece of listenable music; it was always a big banging howling thrash that never fit anywhere without totally disrupting the flow. 

- Nothing from Brian Wilson Presents SMiLE A curiously sterile affair, with some material that just sounds ... wrong. Blue Hawaii? On A Holiday? The grotesque butchery of the Cool Cool Water section? What the actual? Overly academic, missing the (available) verse to Cabinessence, and completely devoid of the magic that saturates every note of the original recordings. Any bootleg build is preferable to this hollow replica.

So that's snipped a lot of tape, but we're still left with enough songs in a state of completion to constitute an album (the Beach Boys had form for half-hour albums).

Good Vibrations
Wind Chimes
Cabinessence
Wonderful
Roll Plymouth Rock
Heroes And Villains
Cool Cool Water
Surf's Up
Child Is Father To The Man
Our Prayer

This is the order (and the titles) I chose, and it makes no claim to be definitive. It is more coherent than other mixes, a suite flowing through developing movements.

Brian was so damn close to completing SMiLE. Much closer than he's generally given credit for. The biggest missing from the list was the verse to Roll Plymouth Rock, which Dae Lims brilliantly exhumed from a brief studio fragment (on YouTube, but I can't find it now). Why that didn't make the SMiLE box, or Brian Wilson Presents is baffling - the extraordinary melody is right there. The lyric was written. If Brian had spent another day on the song in the studio, and maybe a focused week in total, free of distractions, we'd have the album! But ... his life was complex. That he survived at all is something of a miracle.

I haven't been purist in my choice of sources. This isn't a historical document, and I've used whatever sounded good to me, which means the original recordings wherever possible, and the Surf's Up version of Surf's Up. Why not? It's The Beach Boys, fercrissakes, and the gap between SMiLE and the Surf's Up album dwindles to effectively nothing from the perspective of 2025.

Material is taken from the Beach Boys official catalog (any period), a little Dae Lims and SonicLovesNoise. My many edits and segués are exclusive to this version. Listen for in the late afternoon and tell me it's not the sweetest version of Wind Chimes you ever heard. Listen for the crows and the piano thump in the wide-screen Cabinessence. Listen, listen, listen ...

Cover references (to the overall mythology, not this particular edition):

Crow: flying over some corn (probably). From the Americana cornerstone, Cabinessence (I refuse to call such a majestic work 'Do You Like Worms').

Bicycle Rider: just see what you done!

Fire Chief hat

Leopard: from Smiley Smile's jungle

Sunflower: the first appearance of Cool, Cool Water

Chinese slave railroad labor

Capitol Building on fire! 

A little bit of surf 

Native Americans from Surf's Up

Choo-choo train

 

Friday, November 7, 2025

Jesus Explains Dept. - File Compression

 

Jesus delivers the Parable of the Suitcase (original Foam-O-Graph©, colorized)

When seeketh the humble pilgrim authoritative advice on file compression formats, to whom doth he turn? Why, to Jesus, because as the Son of God, verily doth he know his shit when it comes to this type thing.

Book O' Foam chapter XI verse IV: The Parable Of The Suitcase

So it came to pass that a man of Nazareth was sorely vexed by compressed music files, and came to Jesus saying, lo, for I am sorely vexed by compressed music files. Which shall be closer to God, the humble @CXCII of the honest yeoman, or the bloated flac file favored by the Roman Oppressor? And Jesus answered him, saying, When thou packeth thine suitcase, perhaps for business trip or vacation, and the lid will not close, what dost thou doeth? And the man replied, saying, why, I jumpeth up and down upon it until it closeth. And Jesus spoke, saying, Dost thou discard such garments that prevent its closure and travel without? And the man laughed, saying, why, that would be folly! And Jesus replied, saying, think therefore of the garments as music, and the suitcase as the file format. When thou compresseth the garments that thou mayest close the suitcase, thou dost not lose any of the garments. It is the same with music. And the man fell to his knees, crying, verily Lord Jesus thou doth knowest thine shit!

 

This post sponsored in part by Th' Pork Bend Pontifical Church And Car Wash Co.

 

 

Shining Paragons Of Uniqueness Dept. - The Third Ear Band


Whichever way you slice the Third Ear Band they look, sound, feel, and smell like nothing else. The boxes they don't tick spread across every musical genre. Wyrd Folk, you say? Didn't exist at the time. They haven't yet invented the box this band could tick with any confidence.

They're not going to play at your wedding. Unless it's at Stonehenge.

From '69, peak year for stuff like this. There wasn't any.

Putting band name on cover in shameless bid for show-biz acceptance and chart action.

They're possibly still out there, creaking and droning away, either in physical or ætheric form. Deliverable includes first three albums (xtry trx) and a massive compilation, but there's more! Shuffle on down to your nearest physical media outlet and scoop up a sack o' Thirdie goodness while you still have the strength!


Does anybody read this crap? Asking for a friend.

 

 


Thursday, November 6, 2025

"Frank Zappa" (SWIDT?) Dept.

 


Quick!
Your favorite Zappa quotes!