Roctober #21
...The CD is pretty good. I like what is weird & what rocks & I thought the disc was fairly strange.
Thank you Zeek Sheck!
Gene Welk
Mind of a Child Records
(Zeek)She's my new friend even though she doesn't know it yet.
Lisa Chrystal Carver
Rollerderby #22
Zeek Sheck Formerly one-third of the semilegendary Dot Dot Dot (with friends from the Scissor Girls and Math), this one-woman wrecking machine, instrument designer and multi instrumentalist (we're talking all at the same time) is celebrating the release of her first CD with the Hot Lines for the Children band, which is worth the price just for the liner notes (or if you happen to be a Fred Lonberg-Holm completist). The music? It's a guided tour of a magical land. Put your clothes on inside out so the bad fairies don't get you.
The Reader 8/22/97
Zeek Sheck from Chicago continued the night's theme of escaping convention, consisting soley of a smooth throated woman dressed up like a Vegas dancer from a parallel universe and shrouded in colorful makeup. Sheck's set was comprised of just herself playing drums, singing, and chirping over prerecorded tapes of buzzing noise, soundscapes, puntuated by looped phrases (I'm fucking loosing it this time shit) and walkie talkie static creating an aura of shit, I dunno. Insanity maybe? Whatever it was, it waseasily the first noteworthy performance of the night, causing laughter to break out more then once in the audience, which was silenced by Ms. Sheck's frightening and rigidly possesed glare. I spoke breifly with my newly crowned love goddess after the show and found her disarmingly calm. Ms. Sheck's influences include Grace Jones, Fred Frith, Quintron, and Daniel Johnston, the only connection between these artists being that they are all unquestionably individuals, expressing themselves in ways that fly against the norm. As for the Us tour which she is currently on, she believes she is undergoing a string of bad luck, "we were feeding a pigeon," she explains, " and a hawk came down and killed it"
The Fish Rap Live
April 15, 1998
Zeek Sheck opened the evening with a barrage of inexplicable noises and otherwordly characters. The small stage was crowded with Sheck on drums and vocals, the magnificent, caped Mr. 6-J-10 on bass and no less than 6 quivering mutants. These poor creatures were forced by Sheck to act out frightening psychodrama to the disbelieving crowd while world beat dance music and random blips dripped from the p.a. speaker.
Lumpen Magazine
February 1997
Utter insanity. Not merely crazy, the sort of thing that would annoy all the Bush fans out there. I mean stuff that I, as a serious aficionado of all things wild, wooly and loopy, cannot get a handle on. Sure I can separate this into its looped parts. There is very little actual music in each song ( some drums for time to time, though those are looped as well), relying mostly on strange vocal samples and monotonic vocals. And lots of exttraneous noise. I've tryied the lyric sheet a few times, and that makes less sense. So I take the opposite approach, zoning out and trying to grasp this disc by leaving my body and reaching toward the sound with my wraithlike ghostly hands. that didn't work either. When it happens, I have to admit it. while I really like the wierdness inherent in this album, I can't make heads or tail of it. I find such confusion comforting, as it means my place in the world isn't set yet. But I think at this point I'm imposing my own set of deficiencies on this album. If you listen, perhaps what I'm saying will make sense. Hey if you want something truly wild, Zeek Sheck is out there, waiting.
Aiding & Abetting #148
Zeek Sheck- ...hilarious on stage, a total ham, she'll make you split your gut and then seconds later - She'll stab you right where it hurts and make you weep with sorrow as the music takes a sudden down swing. Love it! Love it !
TS e-mail fan
...extremely sexy.
LW e-mail fan
(Zeek)She has a the nicest smile!
WR e-mail fan
This second full-length release from Miss Zeek Sheck blends jungle beats, (and I'm not talking about that fake jungle-techno shit either) weird, wheezy recorders, paranoid schizophrenic vocals, and beautiful violin work (compliments of Miss Monica Bou Bou) with an interesting, confusing story . Interspersed shrewdly throughout this odd, great album is hyper-kinetic social commentary and just general fucked-upedness. Recommended.
Pie Magazine
A little surreal, I thought.
This performance in a sleepy town in the midwest.
Made me smile.
DW e-mail fan