I had not heard of this group before, but the liner notes state that “All of the fight we have inside can be expressed through noise. SFV is an experimental electronic group out of Mobile, Alabama. We aim to create something new.” This is a trio made up of Sirhc Trebmal on Noise/Midi/Keyboard/Percussion, Mikey Nabors on guitar, and Floyd Lambert on bass. Can any good thing come out of Mobile, Alabama? Let’s see.

“A Hero For Fun (Intro)” opens with what sounds like a heavily processed drum machine. It’s a nice intro. “Parcheesi” is a synth track with a thin layer of static and analog noises overlaying it all. This then kicks into a beat and more analog bleeps and bloops and heavily processed voice. “Falling From a Tree (I Can’t Throw hands)” opens with a dance beat and sounds like they ripped it off the radio and then dubbed it onto tape repeatedly until it was 27 generations from the original. This gives way to a whole lot of sounds thrown together. It closes with a guy talking about how he can’t throw hands and someone gets his girl. “Space Hike” is hilarious if you are a Star Trek fan. The lyricist declares that he and Mr. Spock are “breaking it down.” It was at this point that I began to wonder how to even describe this stuff. I mean, they’re singing about a tractor. “Textile Mill” is like a cross between a dance track and Black Sabbath until it becomes spoken word and some noodling on a ukelele. “Catharsis” is probably the closest thing to a normal song in that it has a structure, but it is like several songs cut together, with lyrics like “I don’t know my own last name anymore.” “Mikey Manyfingers (Outro)” brings it on home with a lot of shredding guitars.

This is weird as hell and absolutely does not take itself seriously. Imagine that a high school garage band got a whole lot of weed and blew through all of it (who are we kidding – as someone who once lived there, I will say that if it’s Mobile, it would have to be meth) and then found an old Negativland album and tried to do their own take on the work. It might sound something like that. The notes say that “Recorded in my dang shed. Recording studios are for twats.” And it sounds like it. This is lo-fi experimental that has a kind of reckless abandon to it that made me smile. They set out to "to create something new,” and I think that they pulled it off. Pick this one up if you want to have a good time. This album weighs in at around 20 minutes.