Brown Whörnet, with Oh, Beast! and Three Fantastic

Greg Barr September 4, 2003 4:00AM

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Explaining Brown Whörnet's music is no picnic. Critics have tripped all over themselves trying to describe the Austin collective's sound, one of which takes the cake: "Yes on a boombox whose batteries are dying." But when a band effortlessly flips from a parody of cheesy hair metal to a Barry White-ish song about a gay man missing his partner, as it did on 2001's radio ablum (sic) -- and blends it together with radio intros, tiki lounge, random sound effects, classical music snippets and Gregorian chants -- well, what can you say? The fact that the music has been harnessed into some kind of permeable structure is its true genius.