Gotta say THANK YOU, JAYSUS for showing me the light that is Mahjongg. This bar band cum genuine art punk experience chose the right time in rock ?n? roll history to readjust itself ever so slightly for an increasingly dance oriented audience. And it?s a good thing, too, because I?m one of those people who live to lick the dance floor as he juts his ass outward and does the retarded chicken to the funked up disco beat. Mahjongg understands the need to occasionally kick up the heels and clap along to the discombobulated rhythm, and drink too much, and maybe accidentally splash beer on a cute female, and blow any shot at actually getting lucky, and that we don?t have to care in the end because we?re completely rapt in a spontaneous choreography of kinetic strobe lit catharsis called the dance.
?Raydoncong? is one of the tastiest sci-fi freakathons I?ve come across in years. At its best (and that is most of the way through), it combines robotic afrobeat rhythms and sheer head smooching pop bliss in a way that will have anyone whoever scooped up early/mid 70s Can with a big spoon dropping said utensil and turning the bowl up vertical. Elsewhere the Talking Heads and Brian Eno can be heard chanting and clapping along in syncopated revelries. The Liars and !!! may have gotten real damn close last year, but here Mahjongg drives straight through the big iron gate, up the hill, off the driveway and splashes headfirst into the bubbling hot tub of funkadelic excess. 8/10 -- Lee Jackson (16 June, 2005)