Al Karpenter 'The Chosen One' single, 2017                                                                   
Munster Records    Reviews: Al
                                                                  Karpenter The
                                                                  Chosen One
                                                                  7″ (Munster) 
                                                                   Another
                                                                  one from the
                                                                  camp of Mattin
                                                                  – call him
                                                                  what you want,
                                                                  just don’t
                                                                  call him lazy!
                                                                  It blows my
                                                                  mind a bit
                                                                  that Munster
                                                                  has developed
                                                                  a relationship
                                                                  with him, as
                                                                  it’s a label I
                                                                  still
                                                                  associate with
                                                                  ’90s pop-punk
                                                                  (they released
                                                                  my favorite
                                                                  Sicko album
                                                                  and at least
                                                                  one live Mr. T
                                                                  Experience
                                                                  7″), but I am
                                                                  coming to
                                                                  terms with the
                                                                  fact that
                                                                  anything goes
                                                                  in 2017,
                                                                  musically or
                                                                  otherwise. So,
                                                                  Al Karpenter:
                                                                  I can’t say
                                                                  with certainty
                                                                  that he’s not
                                                                  a fictitious
                                                                  person, but
                                                                  his trio
                                                                  (including
                                                                  Mattin on
                                                                  guitar and
                                                                  drums) sounds
                                                                  a lot like
                                                                  Billy Bao,
                                                                  back when that
                                                                  project
                                                                  resembled punk
                                                                  music (in the
                                                                  blurriest way
                                                                  possible).
                                                                  Instruments
                                                                  are played
                                                                  seemingly
                                                                  independent of
                                                                  each other –
                                                                  the bass might
                                                                  riff for a
                                                                  bit, then cut
                                                                  out, Karpenter
                                                                  might scream
                                                                  at a wall for
                                                                  a second or
                                                                  two, someone’s
                                                                  guitar is
                                                                  strummed with
                                                                  a tortilla
                                                                  chip until
                                                                  there’s merely
                                                                  crumbs on the
                                                                  floor. Very
                                                                  deconstructed
                                                                  and cuckoo, as
                                                                  if one of
                                                                  Fushitsusha’s
                                                                  psychic jams
                                                                  was condensed
                                                                  into a couple
                                                                  minutes of
                                                                  indigestion.
                                                                  So long as
                                                                  this means
                                                                  we’re one step
                                                                  closer to
                                                                  Mattin
                                                                  producing a
                                                                  comeback Mr. T
                                                                  Experience
                                                                  album, I’m all
                                                                  for the
                                                                  indulgences
                                                                  displayed
                                                                  here.
                                                                  
                                                                  
                                                                  
      
    
  
                                                            
                                                                      Bass – Loty Negarti
    Guitar, Drums – Mattin
 
    Mastered By – Rashad Becker
 
    Recorded By, Producer – Mattin
 
    Vocals, Guitar, Drums – Al Karpenter
 
                                                                  
                                                                  A ghost walks through Bilbao: the ghost of Al Karpenter, the only wild rocker able to restore the hard core of the true rebel music.From the times running his legendary Brutus fanzine to playing the role of Andy Warhol as commissioner of a tribute record in the 40th anniversary of the first Velvet Underground album ("A Gran Bilbao Tribute To The Velvet Underground & Nico"), he arrives now in a trio format with a biographical single where he bares himself. The Chosen One features the distinguished presence of key players of the Basque leftfield music scene such as Mattin (from Billy Bao) and Loty Negarti. Munster is the right label to continue the more obscure and reptil-like path of rock from Bilbao (La Secta, Cancer Moon and more recently Billy Bao). Al Karpenter doesnt disappoint and that city becomes a temporary prism through which New Yorks no wave travels to London to pick up Alternative TVs strident side, while crossing paths with Scott Walker in a surgery where Iggy Pop mutates into a dog.Apart from barking, the listener will find tense silences, dense textures and intimate reflection by one of the most singular characters to come out of Bilbao. 
                                                                  
Un fantasma pasea por Bilbao: el fantasma de Al Karpenter, el único rockero salvaje capaz de restaurar el núcleo duro de la verdadera música rebelde, desde los tiempos en que dirigía su legendario fanzine Brutus hasta interpretar el papel de Andy Warhol como comisario de un disco homenaje en En el 40 aniversario del primer disco de Velvet Underground ("A Gran Bilbao Tribute To The Velvet Underground & Nico"), llega ahora en formato trío con un single biográfico donde se desnuda. 'The Chosen One' cuenta con la destacada presencia de actores clave del panorama musical vasco de izquierda como Mattin (de Billy Bao) y Loty Negarti. Munster es la etiqueta adecuada para continuar el camino más oscuro y reptil del rock de Bilbao (La Secta, Cancer Moon y más recientemente Billy Bao). Al Karpenter no defrauda y esa ciudad se convierte en un prisma temporal a través del cual el no wave neoyorquino viaja a Londres para captar el lado estridente de Alternative TV, mientras se cruza con Scott Walker en una cirugía en la que Iggy Pop se transforma en un perro. , el oyente encontrará silencios tensos, texturas densas y la reflexión íntima de uno de los personajes más singulares salidos de Bilbao.                                                                  
                                                                  
                                                              
The Wire December 2017 (Issue 406) 
Back in 2005, in this very column, I was one of the first people gulled by Billy Bao's debut single, writing that it was the work of a Nigerian ex-pat when it was ctually done by Bilbao musician Mattin.
Thus I approached this single by 'legendary' Spanish underground writer/musician Al Karpenter with caution. I am not familiar 
with the guy's previous work but this record is such a lush plum of grunt I cannot resist its juicy guts (be they jape or not). With Mattin 
on guitar, Loty Negarti on bass, and Karpenter himself on guitar and vocals, the music is blastoid post-punk garage pumice with many odd textures. From roaring, howling, guitar-soaked scorch to Good Missionaries-style blabbermouth sludge to a sidelong gawp that approaches Afflicted Man in no uncertain terms.
Byron Coley
                                                                  
                                                                  
                                                                  
                                                                  
                                                                  
                                                                  
                                                                  yellowgreenred
                                                                  (Philadelphia
                                                                  September
                                                                  2017)
                                                                  
                                                                  
                                                              
 Vital Weekly  number 1103 week 43
   
  
From Bilbao, Mattin’s erstwhile hometown is Al Karpenter, “the only wild rocker able to restore
the hard core of the true rebel music”. He used to have a fanzine, did a Bilbao tribute album to the first
Velvet Underground album, and now plays guitar, drums and sings, along with Mattin on guitar and
drums and Loty Negarti on bass. The label as to put drops names us on track for references (No New
York, Alternative TV, Scott Walker and Iggy Pop) and I can see some of that here in these three pieces.
Certainly the element of free rock with elements of improvisation, say No New York, lingers on here
and Karpenter does that with considerable force. There is quite a bit of feedback and power used in
these pieces, more so than in any of things it is compared with. Mattin recorded and produced this
with quite some pure direct injection and no additional production values. Perhaps as one should
record a fine punk record, except that Karpenter’s music isn’t really punk. Too slow and too weird are
just two of those things that make it different. Nice one! (FdW)