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"When a band declares their ambition is to get to Chicago and record with grunge producer/engineeer Steve Albini - well, apart from anything else, you have some idea of how they’re going to sound. Or do you? Lead track ‘Internet Access’, perhaps, sounds like it’s from a time long before the World Wide Web - all robotic vocals and some decidedly proggy guitar licks. Is Albini from the ‘kill all hippies’ school, we wonder? However, on ‘Conspiranoia’ we see the band as, perhaps, how they like want to be remembered. A headrush of a song, it’s a flurry of math-rock riffs, me(n)tal drumming and the distinct feeling that these Livingston boys have been boning up for the journey to the mid-west of the USA - Trail of Dead, Lightning Bolt and Queens of the Stone Age (as well as Shellac) are some of the multiple influences present. More that that however, they’re developing their own sound from this and chucking in some very listenable tunes to boot. Let’s hope that Mr Albin

"In Tabasco Fiasco and their equally inspired contemporaries, Super Adventure Club, Livingston has – somewhat surprisingly – managed to nurture two of the most enthralling modern prog bands these shores have produced. Like their aforementioned kinsfolk, TF's repertoire is both extremely varied and consistently well realised. The driving riffage of Conspiranoia contrasts with the paced, largely-instrumental schizophrenia of Pink Sabre Rattling, yet both hit the mark, often summoning the ghost of the late, great Macrocosmica. This EP also succeeds in striking a perfect balance between instrumental prowess and astute songwriting and makes for a compelling taster of things to come." [Austin Tasseltine]

“Tabasco Fiasco One EP Much less predictable are Livingston nu-prog-punk-whatevers Tabasco Fiasco. The five tracks on their ‘Tabasco Fiasco One EP’ (self-release) bring to mind everyone from Fugazi to Mansun, The Mars Volta to Bad Brains. It’s all expertly executed, and they manage to stay just the right side of self-indulgence. ”

"Four people. Two guitars. One bass and a fractal of drums. A conflict of math and anti-math. A hybrid. A splendid EP." "It is followed by the quantum-crushing anti-groove of ‘Conspiranoia’ – the galaxies first ever football terrace prog. Like the Fratelis had (at long last) been transformed into robots, been installed with the very latest talent software and put to good use in society. This is subtle, brainy, intricate music that anyone can enjoy. This is sing-a-long-a math rock." "Passion Fruit is throbbing boombasity. It is glitchy and groovesome. It is an orgy of rackety seventies slap-back and slosh. Sleazy like sequined glam rock glinting threateningly through the dark – more sinister than Garry Glitter. This is more child friendly than the Leader of the Gang. This is traversing tantalising tangents." "This music is Aristotle cracked. This music is Nietzsche made easy. This music is (largely) three minute prog wonderment. This is the most interesting CD I have heard th