Much like a plate of frog legs, Oucho Sparks’ latest release “Silver Daddy” is an acquired taste that’s hard to swallow.

Acid Jazz

Oucho Sparks

An intuitive balance of composed music and improvised erratic tangents of andriod melodies.

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The album ranges from the jazz fusion of Frank Zappa to the electronic sampling of The Chemical Brothers, although Oucho’s beats aren’t nearly as catchy.

On “Mexico,” there is a sample of a man in pure agony and someone asking, “What is the problem?” The track is further complicated by a mysterious vocal. This mix makes for messy sampling.

A potentially entertaining track that ends up falling flat is “Customer Service.” Trying to sound something like Primus, the band takes a comic attitude toward the idea while adding in crazy jazz sounds in a series of rants.

But there are few funny or clever Primus-inspired lines. The band tries a bit too hard.

The rest of the album is filled with noises and gurgles that don’t make much musical sense. Examples include noises of machinery and voices that are almost inaudible. “In the Clouds” sounds as if it belongs on the soundtrack to a long-lost Atari game.

Most tracks on this disc are long, too, and so listening to it through is even harder.

While there is lots of noisy nonsense, musicianship at times can be come through. When instruments come together, melodies jump out and the chaos is gone, albeit for a moment.

There is a hidden track that counts backwards at the beginning of track nine. But it’s just more nonsense that makes an already confusing CD more so.