After a two year gap, Plastic Mermaids – surely the nuttiest band on the Isle of Wight – have returned with a new track, and it’s a magical five-minute slice of electronicy-psychadelia.
On previous songs the five-piece have managed to conjure up some life-affirming music; not in that here’s-some-chords-getting-progressively-louder-AND-NOW-HERE’S-A-STRING-SECTION way, more in a I-don’t-really-know-what’s-going-on-but-I-think-I-really-like-it kind of way.
‘1996’ fits the bill once again: there’s an awful lot happening and it takes multiple unexpected directions. It could easily fall apart but just about manages to stay on track, a bit like a rickety rollercoaster where you’re enjoying the ride but terrified of careering off the edge, before the euphoria of making it to the end still alive.
And if that’s not enough, there’s an unsettlingly bonkers video to accompany it featuring a man buttering iPhones, vomiting wires and, er, having sex with a robot.