The Great Escape Artist is back! No, not THAT one dudes dead! Were talking about Papa M. And HEs talking bout Harry Houdini in the album title, anyway, not sure about anywhere else. So, six years since his last LP, the all-acoustic A Broke Moon Rises, Papa M rolls into the shred zone, buns glazing, with his fifth full length in 25 years of Papa M-itude! Six fat-assed songs a couple ballads, yeah, but mostly real all-out groovers here. The Great Escape Artist is back no, not THAT one dudes dead! Were talking about Papa M. And HEs talking bout Harry Houdini at least in the title of this record, anyway. Yes, once again, after a gap of YEARS, Papa M just rolls up and shows us how its done. This time, with a fresh, fine and fat-assed set of songs. And just SIX of em! So you know theyre some groovers. Sometimes you never know when it comes to Papa M and his ol left-shoulder angel (or is it right? We forget.), David Christian Pajo. After Slints disbandment, he whiled away the 90s playing with literally everybody who asked, pausing long enough here and there to start his own band, called M. One literally awesome single later, he tells us, I have an album, but now Im gonna call the band Aerial M. Alright, okay . . . its early days yet go for it! One insanely great album and an (also amazing, goddamn!) remix album later, hes like, The next record is gonna be credited to Papa M. And there we were with a thousand promotional Aerial M beer mats ready to go fuck! Ah, we used em to shim wobbly table legs and such, and gave the world the Papa M they deserved. Two epic/classic albums and a forbiddingly large outstretched palm of singles (eventually collected into another epic full-length) later, David was looking a bit green around the gills. Itd been five years of Papa-ing off; time to do something/anything else for awhile. Okay, fine. Let us know. And twelve long years go by before he sends in Highway Songs. Nearly did the label in! We put that out with the quickness in 2016, then A Broke Moon Rises in 2018. Seemed like things were looking up! And . . . nothing. Until last week, when we got Ballads of Harry Houdini, with a request to rush release. Do you get it now, why we call him the Great Escape Artist? Because when hes not escaping out, hes escaping in. Following the path of M records from Aerial to Papa, (the just-released The Peel Sessions excepted!) David recorded Ballads of Harry Houdini on his own, receding deep inside himself and taking the time for ideas new and old, from soup to nuts, et al. Having his fun before spitting it all out onto the world setting down some tracks, getting lit, grabbing a guitar, getting a sound going, and soloing over em! With a bit of singing here and there too. Sounds kinda like gasping for breath sometimes, but we know Papa M better than that. Everything thats meant to be in the picture is in there. The shit that isnt, intt. Frankly, the amount of hip-shaking sleaze oozing out of these pieces blows the idea that these are simple ad-hoc assemblies right the FUNK out of the water. Sure, when David does blues scaling, he sounds a little like Billy Im Just a Fool for Your Stockings Gibbons. But then theres the insistent torn-n-fucked delirium thats accompanied EVERY Papa M expression into the marketplace (with pride) since 1999. As ever, its mixed extra-crispy, with earworms and easter eggs and lots of other surprising shit (like spoiler alert sweet peach colored vinyl!) thats bound to change your whole personality. And so it is and so it does. Ballads of Harry Houdini: it can make you dance, sing or anything. And you know what? DO try this at home. Its dangerous, but how could it not be worth the effort? Or are you still living under the assumption that you might just live forever? Fuck that . . . . Track Listing: SIDE A Thank You For Talking To Me (When I Was Fat) Ode To Mark White Peoples Free Food Program SIDE B Barfighter Rainbow of Gloom Devil Tongue