Eerie, trashcan, bongo-ish drums set the tone as a thickly accented (Hungarian?) stereotypically Igor-ish voice tells a story about a dirty monkey he had as a pet in his youth. So begins the self-titled record by Visitations, the solo project of Fablefactory's Davey Wrathgaber. The songs that follow are noisy and often quite abrasive. However, judging by the lyrics and their less-than-serious nature, one gets the feeling that Visitations is probably a project created by Wrathgaber to make his friends laugh, with little consideration given to whether or not the off-the-wall style would translate well to outsiders. The fact that this very lo-fi album sounds like it was recorded on a four-track adds to this theory. Thankfully, the record does become much more coherent as it goes along, though the lyrics remain rather silly; titles like "The Disappointing Pugilist" speak for themselves. Songs range from ukulele-fueled old-timey to pseudo-techno with nasal, robotic vocals to faux-soul. "It's Superstition" begins as waves of static, and assorted buzzing noises build in layers and ultimately form a melody. Lyrically the song tells the "truth" about wishing wells; in short, that they don't pay, are run by trolls, and "are a scam, much akin to tollbooths." Perhaps one could liken it to They Might Be Giants on a nasty acid trip. The closest the group comes to presenting an actual song in the traditional sense is "Blessed Flying Object," a tribute to UFOs (perhaps a nod to the group's alien-themed moniker) set to an acoustic riff with quiet male vocals and ghostly theremin or organ humming throughout. At worst, Visitations is downright painful to listen to. At best, the band is probably an acquired taste, recommended for those who prefer their music a bit on the wacky side.
AllMusic Review by Karen E. Graves