Madnomad madnomad is a cross-channel ferry with the doors left open; and with supplies depleted, the passengers are getting edgy and vicious.

“'Solvent:Insolvent' transports the listener to an ambient playroom filled to the rafters with great samples and gently crafted beats…..Intelligent music for the new century, this is better than any pre-med and comes highly recommended.” bristolsound

“ Excellent loops/ samples shakedown….. A far, far out debut mini LP that you must buy. An unusual blending of pop doodles, rocking live band and a very disturbing library of samples indeed…” Venue magazine

“…Like a terrifying Masonic club that you’ve accidentally and unwittingly joined just by showing up.” Choke

“ Combines the compere and keyboard skills of Les Dawson, the aural ‘pleasure’ of Captain Beefheart and the charisma of the truly disturbed….a barrage of music that sounds like Squarepusher mating with Mark E. Smith… His energy and a truly playful mixture of ambient, jungle and metal terror exorcise cynicism.” Popriot

'Tamper Evident'
Now there's schizophrenic, there's darn right odd, and then there's Madnomad. 'Tamper Evident' is an experimental, ambitious, darn right brave album that for the most part inspires and opens up the avenues of music as we it. It's an album that documents popular culture, and the trails and tribulations of the humdrum existence. Hence 'Direct Evidence Against uniqueness' exemplifies why we're all the same deep down,'35 Summers' brings into question how short life is, and 'Period', despite its uplifting feel features a monologue from a 23 year old angel dust-addled rent boy discussing his life. Throw in musical reference points as diverse as Morphine, Massive Attack and more traditional rock products, and you've got one hell of an electric product, which holds your attention and offers a break from the norm. Welcome to the world of thinking man's rock.
Darren Sadler
Rocksound
7/10

LOGO REVIEW - APRIL COPY
Madnomad - ' Tamper Evident '
Long before the release of this album Madnomad's Rob Parry has already achieved a modicum of infamy, courtesy of a jack-in-the-box live show that combined gabba techno with philthy beats and a chorus of pig-mask wearing roadies.
There's no hype here, and though Madnomad is likely to develop into a true underground phenomenon you probably won't be seeing him on the cover of any music weeklies.
You can think his art for that, and art is what it is, combining the angular agit-punk of Liars with the sombre atmospherics of Tricky, languid dance beats with Playstation shoot-em-up aggro. Throw in a few choice samples and a little folk and you have the rarest of things, a truly uncategorisable event.
Reuben Blades
3. 5 / 5 

Tamper-Evident
Madnomad
Sugar Shack
Madnomad approach each song on 'tamper-evident' like they're entirely different operations, although most will involve lots of blood, with probably no anaesthetic. The disembodied pig head on the cover may be indicative of what lies within; this is extreme music, made by some very sick people. It's genuinely disarming, like seeing an old friend and realising he's turned into a highly dangerous psychopath; you know him, and deep down you like him, but you never know when he's going to try and chop your ears off and ram them up your ass.

"We live in the age of the asshole," according to the band. A world where there are "Black assholes! White assholes! Women assholes! Men assholes! Queer assholes! Straight assholes! Smart assholes! Stupid assholes! Suburban assholes! City assholes! Homeless assholes! Upwardly-mobile assholes..." 'Ad Nauseam' is one of the finest, funniest and fundamentally spot on tracks of the year, the premise so simple, it's brilliant. Well, it might offend some people, but don't worry about them, they're assholes.

'Direct Evidence Against Uniqueness' covers the drab life of a man who had "one of his grandparents die this month but he can't remember which" with vocals possibly performed by Davros from the Daleks. The words are spilled over a funk big-beat drum charge and sporadic grindy noises and whirring guitar lines. Each track is quite different though, with even the vocals morphing track to track; 'Longest Road' growls like Tom Waits in a really foul mood, 'It Is This' is more grungy and distorted, and on 'Let's Kill The Pig' they sound like they're genuinely about to kill a pig. Oink!

The musical styles switch from funk, to drill and bass, to hardcore, to metal in the flick of a beat, and then they go all dreamy and fluffy all of a sudden, like on title song 'Tamper Evident'. Chances are they've listened to some Primus records, some Aphex Twin records, and maybe some Mike Patton when he's trying to sound unlistenable, and while this album might be difficult at first, it's ultimately extremely rewarding. Now that's what I call music...
Jeres 4/5
reviewed on 03.apr.03 
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MADNOMAD
Tamper - Evident
( Sugar Shack Records )
KKKK
Dark. demented, beat - driven mellow mentalism. Making your music unclassifiable is a risky business. At one end of the scale, its good to be shifting your horizons, striving for a new and different sound and pushing music to the limit. At the other end, it can make for maddening listening. Just as you begin to understand what's going on, the world is shaken up, twisted round and dumped back on its battered head.

Madnomad's chameleon-like uneasy listening falls into both camps. From sampled hip-hop beats to cinematic soundscapes. From blasts of techno-fuelled white noise to delicate horn arrangements and gentle, organ-led soulfulness, this is an album proud of its ' do what you feel ' like ethos, and one that should herald a glorious future for its creator.
Tom Bryant
KERRANG

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MADNOMAD
' Tamper Evident '
( Sugar Shack Records )
4/5
Eccentric Industrial goodness.
This is crazy, weird and impossible to catergorize. Normally the sort of stuff that interests me. It sounds like the bizarre ramblings of a demented mind that can occasionally write some damn good three minute pop songs in amongst music that pulls in a dozen different directions at once. Madnomad is essentially the work of one man, Rob Parry (vocals, programming, bass, guitar and synth). A critic once called Madnomad ' the look on your parents faces when you accidentally catch them fucking ' and the music is as skewed and leftfield as that comment would suggest. It veers from ballads to gabba to rants about arseholes. Rob Parry is obviously following his own path and its worth keeping an eye on him to see what he does next.
Paul Hagen

MADNOMAD "Tamper Evident" (Sugarshack) 
Strange songs about sticking your index finger in a fan, about eating toast and falling asleep by two..... If Beck was from Bristol... Someone said grab yourself a tin opener, I think that maybe you'll need a hell of a lot more than just a tin opener... if Beck (back before Scientology took him and he was still good) was to find himself some cider and brew up a slightly evil concoction of skewered beats and fuzzed up electronic chaos and was to have his adolescent thought-waves fused by the West of England...Now you see this is totally different, it's really not like anything you can put your finger on and indeed if you were to put your finger on it you'd find it really would burn and blister you like it always does when you're in the chip shop and it says "do not touch, hot surface" and you have to - you damn well have to - just to see if they were telling you truth and before you know where you and where you're trying to go, 
your sentences are far too long and nothing makes sense.... halleluiah - what we have here is an album you'll be genuinely returning to again again even though there's a million others demanding your attention..... and now it's gone somewhere else as his patience with arseholes wears thin, these days everybody has an excuse and frankly he doesn't care - he is Madnomad (aka Rob Parry) - And we'll let Rob explain "There is no real manifesto: It's just doing whatever the f*** you want to do. It's staying true to it and if that cuts your head 
off to spite your future career then so be it. I really despise the idea that we're all like sheep who just buy into whatever flashy market approved thing they're offered. People are a lot brighter than they're giving credit for, they should be treated with respect in that kind of way". Sometimes it's manic and he's screaming about killing pigs and picking apples then it gets sublimely mellow and the cinematography fizzles and cracks and the beats arc and short and God's own instrument, that (im)perfect creation - The Mellotron - spirals like only a mellotron can. Intelligent musical incendiary devices, warped yet subtle spoken word, clever jazz, techno (techno that never intrudes, never violates, how can that be?). You'll never be able to pin this album down it just goes to far too many places and when you think you've got it worked out he'll contradict everything you were thinking . My previous reference to Beck was just lazy and I apologise. There's gloriously nasty bits, there's beautiful bits, every bit is totally unique, he's dealing out the filthiest cards in the deck, sad bits, mostly peculiar bits - you've got time, nothing but time - it's mostly spoken word over beats and beautiful music and yes, swooning ambience............. The is a crazy crazy beautiful fucked up piece of gloriously rewarding creativity and whatever your tastes you need to really really promise me you'll make the effort to check this out.... hell, just trust me for one. go buy it, if you don't find it to be brilliant, send it to me, I'll refund your money personally.
Organ Sept 2003