Papier-Mâché Chalet, by Andrew Mbaruk & Th' Mole

Papier-Mâché Chalet

by Andrew Mbaruk & Th' Mole

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Gavin Hellyer It's publicity suggests a small audience for this supposedly weird release, even within it's genre. I dunno whether this is all tongue in cheek, but I'm hearing a really excellent record with my ears. Favorite track: Paradiso.

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1.	Black Skin, White Masks 04:06	buy track
2.	The Dead Father 02:33	buy track
3.	Th' Soul 02:32	buy track
4.	Papier-Mâché Chalet, Part One 01:06	buy track
5.	Paradiso 04:31	buy track
6.	Aleph 04:03	buy track
7.	Black Athena 02:33	buy track
8.	Yellow Dogs 03:08	buy track
9.	Inferno 02:57	buy track
10.	Papier-Mâché Chalet, Part Two 00:55	buy track
11.	Gender Trouble 02:10	buy track
12.	Minor Ghost 04:55	buy track
13.	Lil Courtjester 03:36	buy track
14.	Loop Quantum Gravity 04:07	buy track

about

Papier-Mâché Chalet is not for everyone. It’s not for most. It supposes an audience familiar with literary modernism and postmodernism, approaching its topics as Gertrude Stein approaches objects, food and rooms in Tender Buttons. So, it’s probably not for you.

Following hundreds (possibly thousands) of self-published songs and a dozen books, poet Andrew Mbaruk, in collaboration with composer Th’ Mole, presents Papier-Mâché Chalet as a kind of sonic effigy – it’s a record of who he was at the time of its recording, and a record you’ll likely love to hate.

Despite disinterest upon disdain, the Weird Rap label continues to herald Mbaruk (previously known as Lil Ghostwriter) as a post-post-postmodern literary genius, and considers Papier-Mâché Chalet a masterpiece of high art rap.

In partnership, Audio Recon, U Don't Deserve This Beautiful Art, Weird Rap, and the artists humbly unveil Papier-Mâché Chalet this May the 19th without regard for acceptance, much less popularity.

But that is a lie. In truth, our hearts contain a dim hope for a small, appreciative audience. For those few disposed listeners, if they exist at all, Papier-Mâché Chalet awaits.