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...more freaked jams from these out-there hipsters from th' cosmos...gettin' in touch with th' real self 'n connectin' to th'universe is th'order o' th'day with this full on solid groove beatnik fried acid trip...serious chipper freak screach guitar whamy locks into some hep post psychedelic ballroom funky slurp...a cat dont just hear with th' ears, a cat gotta feel it too...

...first outpourin' from this communal/family/hippy tribe was marketed under th' name father yod 'n th'spirit o'76 some time around 73/4 'n its a total stoned down 'n dirty funked up solid jam...an invocation to higher consciousness, this is one cool trip that most heads can groove on solid...th' whole blast takes up two sides o' th'wax 'n should be listened to at least once a day so th' planets can be kept in alignment'n all right on cats can groove undisturbed by any nearby passin' cubes...

...not too much is known still about this slice o' exploito/cash in nonsense from late six oh times...supposedly from british columbia but some possible connections with l.a studio cats...theres some wigged cat who sounds very much like wildman larry f.(not him) pops up a coupla times 'n theres some sunshine pop 'n r'n'b keyboards swirlin' around but this is more a comical cutup designed to pull in some teen-hippy bread with allusions to bein' some kinda messed up psychedelic trip...some tracks come off good 'n a coupla're just lame fake beatnik humor that would be more at home in suburban fifties land...layabouts needin' some sorta handle on this illusive slippery disk might wanna dig a pile up o' kim fowley/60sMADmagazine/bonzos/murray romans 'beat people up...' LP/wcpaeb/ though on a level that aint no way hallucinogenic (whiskey 'n reefer possibly)...once an acceptance has been made that this don't work on its once intended level o' suckerin' in th' roobs with promises o' out thereness, though in many places this would be above th' average patriot citizens tolerance threshold even in this cynical day'n age, it is a mighty fine lobeful that can be heard more than once which can't usually be said for most comedy wax...definitely aimed at th' kidz 'n not th' workaday square its a period piece that sits well with other oddities from when th' times they were a'changin'...

...first thing a cats gonna notice with this outtin' from th'5 is that th'sound is well nice'n thats a good'n welcome turn up cos this mob have been plagued with some sound reproduction so whack, its gotta be a ruse by dark forces o' oppression'n bad vibes hopin' to mute th'true sound o' cats on a mission, a mission to free th'people from a life o' amerikkkan mind control tyranny...takin' a viddy at th'tracklist, its'n overview o' their noise from start to finish'n proves that these cats gotta good handle on th'high NRG rockin' with some improvjazz moves scattered about...a crucial testament to one o' th'true exponents o' mega blast blarin', pig destroyin' racket...rama lama fa fa fa...

...this trio of eager teens were at th' right time in th' prog continiuum, after th' initial foray of th' older rockers who had to go from beat to psych to heavy blues prog...on th' later club 'n college circuit, prog was th' currency in th' early seven ohs 'n with some there was a more lightness of touch to their heaviness, gone was the hard thump 'n in was a more refined though still hard sound...longish tracks give th' combo enough room to stretch out 'n try some ideas to freshen things up...an excellent first effort was acheived'n things were lookin' up...
...a well spiffed second pancake from these teen progsters (self produced this time round) unfortunately proved to be their last...as good as th' first this is another stop/start riffin' hard prog outtin' that proves if they coulda stayed together they might have put out a really devastatin' earfull 'n taken their due place in th' 70s underground... cats with an yearn for trivia will need to know this came in an inside out trick/gimmic sleeve 'n all three cats got to be on th' front individually...this divisive action by th' suits no doubt hastened their early demise from th' scene...ho hum...

...one o' th' greatest ever combos from th'hippy trippy 60's 'n certainly up there'n way above with th' LA combos from that time...trippin' acid rock with jazz moves though this aint no poppy fusion jive...these cats invented a sound that was certainly their own...light o' touch but not airy-fairy, this stuff goes straight to innerspace 'n meanders 'n bubbles until it fades away 'n by that time its ready to be spun again...4decades down th' long strange trip o' underground sound this waxin' is still revealin' layers o' goodness 'n thats a rare 'n wonderful thing not to be taken lightly...

...recorded durin' th'summer o' th' barricades this second waxin' probably aint as chipper as deal#1 but then again it was still head 'n shoulders above th' competition with its singular take on acid rock played by jazzbos/surfers/pyschedelic teens...its th'meldin' o' these different ideas into a fresh new whole that allows this combo to stand alone today as one o' th' premier aggregations o' those lost hazey-fazy-daze...super platter with no whacka-doodle tracks to bring a cat down...gradeAgrist...

...third wax (forth if'n th' sountrack from th' model shop flick is included though that weren't released at th' time) from this top left coast combo 'n this got a few cats uptight back in th' day cos it didn't seem up to snuff...what it was lookin' back is th' tunes aint quite as catchy on th' first go round so a little perseverance is in order 'n all will become clear...still 'n excellent biscuit today 'n also back in '69 if'n th' competitions anything to go by...added to th' outta reaches o' this coaster is four extra tracks one o' which is th'1984 single which was banned from th'radio in th' land o' th'free due to its subversive nature - wooo-boy, th' all mighty power structure scared o' hippie jazzbos writin' a song...

...bein' a colonial take on th' mid six oh mod 'n freakbeat comin' outta merrie olde england...some slammin' rockers 'n a coupla slower tunes for variation...some good guitar injections with a pumped 'n cuttin' sound that certainly repays when th'amps're hot 'n set on #11 which o' course they should always be when some crunchin' rockers are doin' th'business (in fact theres an interestin' urgency 'n squealy vibe to th' production thats real cool 'n doesn't sound like most american disks o' th' time)...some real tight playin'n if these cats had been from olde london towne they'd wowed th' whizzed up tickets in th' cellars no bout adoubt it...top quality waxin'n thats th'truth...

...these 2 waxs bein' #2 'n #3 were accordin' to legend supposedly th' gear this combo were workin' on to make a nifty double biscuit extravaganza just like th' fabs had been doin' but th'suits got there first 'n put out some tunes as th'second platter, then th'third crept out...all this without th' bands knowledge who were out doin' th'road work, gettin' to th'fans...probably th' best numbers are th'ones that rip th' riffs from th' first wax'n they surely are worth another go round, after all, got a good riff why use it only once?...some tunes are definitely ideas'n stuff thats gonna crop up in th'early 70s on todd solo works so here we get proto-runtism...dig th' last trk on th' second disc with its collision o' ideas...all pretty good stuff but may need a few spins, specially th'third, but all in all these are a good summin' up o' th'past angloism modpop/phillysoulcroonin for th' future...

...from th' post industrial cityscape wastelands o' mid seven ohs cleveland came a combo who dealt heavily in future mutant blues based solidly in an avant/basement prog...came as a revelation at th' time, its power to mesmerize th' listener hasn't really diminished cos not too many sound like this even today although plenty have given it a fair go, but this is temporal psycho-georaphy at work as we hear another part o' western underground culture makin' its own way after bein' shafted 'n sold down th' polluted river by mainstream society when o' no further use to th'war machine...

...freaked tribal electric country jazz-blues as dadaist statement or possibly dadaist statement as freaked tribal electric country jazz-blues...accordin' to underground legend some o' th'tunes were supposedly to go on a double wax to be called 'comes to you in a plain brown wrapper' which was gonna be made o' long freaked jams 'n more structured racket to give an overall flavour o' this radical new combo who were makin' big noise with a few cats around th'hip world...these tracks here were taped over a week at th' end o' april '68 'n then some post production gave a few added fx here'n there which again accordin' to legend'n hearsay don himself said this was sabotage to stop him makin' th' big time but th'truth could be anythin' as don does different stories for different faces...it ended up in th' bargin bins anyway 'n also th' euro version came out again on a cheap label which ended in th'same place so th'broke down cool cats once again scored big time...sabotage or not nearly every combo since could wish their stuff could be sabotaged to come up with future lookin' racket this hep...

...as evidenced by th' cover th'new trippy spacedout experience o' 67/8 was reachin' all comers pretty fast...a nice approxamation o' th' live psychedelic dungeon wig out for th' hippy/college fratsters that this windy city aggregation reached with this second biscuit...livin' within a slightly looser vibe than th' first 'n some stretchin' out is in place no doubt due to playin' hazy, fazed-out ballrooms...chipper effort that was overlooked by th' great unwashed denizens o' squaresville but it did put them on th'underground circuit map...last 2tracks come from rejected sessions for 1st wax...

...roundabout late 66/67 as th' R'n'B combos o' merrie olde changed into psych'n got tangled in deadends with a music a lot didn't really understand or in a lot o' cases actively loathed though chose to go with th' flow'n try their hand at LSDpop a new younger heavier brand o' blues rockin' cats came through to fill th'gap in late 67/68 'n th' chaps in question here debuted with a real cool sound that melded blue eyed soul rockin' with a blues swagger that belied their age...a spiffin' 1st wax that captured more than a few youngheads lookin' for a rough 'n ready sound that they could call their own... with a powerfull live set things were lookin' well nice in freeland as th' year o' 69 got underway...

...late 69 sees this combo buildin' on th' small but strong success o' tons o'sobs with this self titled 2nd wax...gainin' in confidence with their abilities to rock th' house on live gigs a funky vibe has taken over from th' swaggerin' bravado their young age had afforded them on th' first disk...things are definitely lookin' up as th' ol' decade drew to a close...

...more than a few old school pie admirers came to th' conclusion a long stretch back that th' pie stopped bein' th' pie after th'second, maybe third LP'n just became a shouty boogie ensemble, worthy o' nothin' more than bein' th' soundtrack to teenage suburban stoners,th' gentler side o' th' band kinda left when frampton took his leave'n left marriott in charge...steve, bein' a good east end lad knew all about entertainin' th' audience, givin' them a rousin' good time be it in a back room o' a public house or in some super trendy nightclub, it was all th' same, an audience is an audience'n steve laid it on them with gusto...th' sound o' 4 cats gettin' together with some good reefer 'n a few crates o' strong ale 'n groovin' on some funky tunes...recorded in early '72 after a few trips to th' amerikkkas to show th' locals how some proper hard funky rock is done...pumped not stumped...cats today only wish they knew how to do this racket, cos th' whole vibe bein' laid down here has been lost in th' mists...worthy o' some spin time for th'cats who forgot about th' later slices, this is some cool pie, not just regurgetated crumbs...

...once upon a time, long ago through th' smokey haze o' yesterday when combos weren't afraid o' puttin' different approaches to songs together to make up th' 40 odd minutes o' plastic they had managed to get,back then it didn't always have to sound all th'same, never darein' to vary th'mood was not though o' as an option, it came naturally to have different rhythms'n styles all sittin' alongside each other, there were no hard'n fast rules on how to slot into one narrow genre sound to keep a specific demographic...this here aggregation took full advntage o' that unwritten strategy 'n put quality pop with chipper hooks next to percussive hard rock jams next to singersongwriter (not th'whingemongerin' type) stylin's to make up this hot but fairly forgotten biscuit...its th'sound o' AM radio meetin' FM before both became redundant, late 60's turnin' into '70, very very nice...

...this here 'bestof' compilation coaster is just full up with way cool tunes 'n not one is filler, not all killer-diller but certainly not filler, a very acceptable look at these one hit wonders...a more than first class job was done in weedin' out th' goin' nowhere tunes that inhabit their long players, 'n just left th' goodness to seep out...what we got is th'story o' a band who journey through th' six ohs 'n take th'trends'n influences 'n apply them to their basic sound which is club R'n'B...so th' voyage begins with some honkin' 50's rhythmrockin/ 'n onto merseybeat to blue eyed soul/psych tinged rhythm'n'soul 'n then moody psych pop 'n o' course endin' with th' planet smasheroo 'judy', an incredible slice o' gimmic bubblepop r'n'b...nearly 80minutes o' sock-it-to-me rhythm-soul-psych-pop that just dont stop...its not only th'story o' one band, its th'decade in microcosm unfoldin' its trends/fads as interpreted by th'suburban localised scenester...its absolutely essential for a real cool time...

...back in th' day it seemed every town worthy o' any rock'n'roll credentials, a burg that could foister a rockin' vibe at least on saturday night had a band like th' dogs...a combo in transition from a goin' nowhere post glam thudders to rockin' in a punky style which if lucky would score some sort o' singles deal with a hep independent...this live slab from '77 takes a cat right to th' heart o' urban rockin' that took place in backrooms 'n cellars planetwide (at least in a p-rock wide sense)...good wallopin' ragged tunes, a dedication to one j. thunders, audience participation, a velvets cover 'n a crackin' go at their boot boy 45...great stuff 'n any cat with a rockin' groove will dig this...

...summer 78 sees sid gettin kinda busy bein' th'frontman(as opposed to th'spectale)with gigs in london'n NYC with backin' cats th'calibre o'rat scabies/glen matlock/mick jones/jerry nolan at th'different venues...this exploito has a great cover ripped off from maxs kansas city LP with sids name in heavy metal font plus sid tryin' to get to grips with his given axe...over two days in september sid played four sets at maxs'n two o' them are stapled onto this coaster with th'combo firin' through stooge swill/dolls splat 'n a fine noise it is too...sids pretty together most o' th'time careenin' around givin' th'toppin' to this cool sleaze-arama'n a proper vibrant addition to any cats pile o' street trash...

...summer 1976'n punk is makin' inroads with layabouts, hooligans'n general thrill seekers across ol'london towne...this tape comes from th'screen on th'green cinema appearance o' malcolms young hopefuls as they top th'bill'n its only a couple days away from th'100club festival that will finally prove that th' punk phenomenon is here to stay, though o' course not entirely in this D.I.Y state(d.i.y will still exist'n mutate'n gather other free minded individuals in a snow ballin' o culture to sit as inspiration to comin' generations, but they will take th'inspiration'n grab th' cash'n get ripped off by corporate scum who always move in for th' kill)th'pistols got some grief from squares in th'media as bein' some kinda puppets,under some svengali teddy boys control, but th'truth is really th' other way round, they were takin' advantage o' th' late late hippy days, by usin' malcomes bread'n stealin' guitars from those awfull instrument emporiums that think they're high'n mighty flyers in th'rock game, hustlin' gigs on th' stealth, by invasion, street level layabout gypsy rock'nroll...gettin' down to cases'n logically thinkin' this through it could be th'gig that sponsored th'end o' punk, dig th' line up, th' big three? before th' jam entered with their brand o' hyped up super rock'n roll rhythm attack'n take it too th' hit parade'n stay as frequent visitors, not just popular gimmics, no one hit wonder status for them...th'cinema that hosted th'event was an independent liberal concern but as all cats know th' independent liberal is often just a cover to contain th' ego greed o' a genre capitalist, this bein' th'art/culture genre, an area populated by scammers'n theives, liars o' upmost ability to convince...throbbin' gristle would debut a few months later at th'ICA, an avant liberal art spot, though gen p. has managed to scam th' scammers quite a bit o' th' time, a nice exercise in avant/hippy/punk freeloadin' on behalf o' bohemiam cats everywhere givin' inspiration for th' truth to break through, to unbind th'mind...th'sound aint th'best but better than some pistol boots plus turnin' th'thing up to stun(as often is th' way, sometimes th' only way) will help create th'long hot punk summer when hope was again in th'air,a new groove was busy bein' born,'n busy dyin', maybe bein' cocooned for a more presenatable facade(boomtown rats come to mind, herky jerky new wave chancers, disguised as punkers, pajamas bein' a radical look in ireland in all possibilty)...grab some cheep speed'n a few beers, mellow a trifle with th' reefer, safety pin this to th'stereo'n history will be (no)fun...

...from san francisco , back in th'day these jazzy hippy cats laid down a solid offerin' o' horn rock with plenty o' soul 'n R'n'B flavor to keep it flowin'...doesn't completely connect on first or second hearin' bit run it through a few times'n gradually
th' juice is rinsed out'n th' whole thing perculates real nice...loading zone were regular on th' ballroom scene in ol' frisco 'n a cat can see that they kicked it with a mighty roar live...

...micks first solo assault after th'shenanigans that broke up th'devies 'n put 'n end to one o' th'realist 'n best london underground rockin' outfits...fueled on basement level speed,reefer'n copious amounts o' whiskey this outpourin' contains off kilter 50's rock'n'roll tributes 'n hallucinogenic cinema verite trashed-out back alley avant rock swill that covers both sides o' th'biscuit...a really cool fly-on-th'-wall peep at a long lost world...guests included twink 'n steve took 'n accordin to th' chairman himself, was one o' beatlejohns fave rave disks...

...basin' their sound in seven ohs trash rockin' o' early punk pummel 'n stoogian saxaphone dirt this combo come crashin' out when th' stun knob is given full throttle...messed up gutter racket with a trio o' guitars blarin' away 'n with th' vocals wailin' lowlife lyrics this packs a goodly attack...worthwhile in any cats book once off th'hook 'n gettin' loose...

...all th'way through th'turbulent changes that marked th'decade out as th' most vibrant, th'sixties remained at arms length when it came to th' rounders, they always stood one step removed from th' mainstream underground trends(surely that statement contains two words that shouldn't stand next to each other but th' capitalisation o' culture determines they do, underground/mainstream're now forever locked in tandem such is th' power o' bad education'n low esteem plus a heavy dose o' globalised advertisin')...th' rounders were beatnix caught up on th' perifery o' hippy gimmics, but never fell prey to them, they lived th' boho life regardless o' outside interference...continuin' thier idea o' folk music/rural music, havin' no unwelcomed imput from th' folk rock idion that had sprang up for a couple o' years this disk is certainly one o' th' most intriguin' folk LPs to come down th' pike in th' hippy years...again still boltin' olde weird tymes to modern (1967)urban speedfreak madness these cats produced a sound that ain't had too many competitors jumpin' on board...its full o' more blissed out drugged out boho layabout gaggle, screachin'n scrapin' producin' sounds o' th' amphetamine squark, from some dark holler, which in this case was th'labs at ESP Disk...hep gonesville clatter that will settle real nice around th' lobes'n whittle into th'direct centre o' th' noggin...

...th' trio plus 3 other cats laid down this jam for th' avant-beatnik flick just one week after th'spititual unity joint was taped...these skronky heads just wanted to play'n play back in th'day,th' whole shebang full o' blister'n blare, th'chaos o' sound is a reflection o' modern inner city politics'n just plain day to day livin' they were on a mission from higher sources to free th' mind from all constraint society placed 'n places on cats who need to GO 'n stretch th'noodle...th' flick is kinda cut to 2 halves'n th' two sides here were laid over th' top...this is a good soundin' euroboot o' original ESP hotcha hepcity grooves...

...alberts style o' squealin' skronk earned him a lotta bad press from th' cubes back in th' day...th' usual patter about not bein able to play, its not music 'n certainly not jazz were aimed 'n fired with regularity...this wouldn't be as sad if th'critics even liked jazz, most o' them only gave lip service to get some kudos through supposedly bein' down with th'sound'n sometime possible political associations(if they had lefty tendancies otherwise is was strictly apolitical( which is political in itself playin' into unscrupulous hands as it does) that go with it from th' beginnin's until at least th'1960's ...lucky for th' few free thinkin' hepcats on th' block ESP Disk took these notices as recommendations 'n booked th' trio into their laboratories 07/10/64 'n th' result was this waxin'...free spirit scrunch for all who wished somethin' adventurous 'n different...ESP also took th' same attitude with their pressin's which were certainly adventurous, a cat never knew if'n they'd get one that played th' whole way without skippin'...one wax that shouldn't be passed up, to overlook this would be a mistake for all who dig th'wild style...

...when alex got around to recordin' this wobbly wax th' lost weekends had been mountin' up like so many crates o' discarded imported beer bottles...he was in sauce town 'n it looked like th'only way up was down...when this arrived in th' racks most johnny come-lately-cats were o' th'opinion that it was th'work o' a 'lost it all nobody' but o' course that was because there was no sept. gurls style tunes or anythin' approachin' that but they thought that as an after th' fact trendy when before hand hardly anyone got into big star even though they clogged th'cutout bin for a couple o' years back in 73/4/5...no, this is r'n'b/rockabilly/lost'n lonesome times on a very wet stonedout 'n wined up memphis 4 a.m sunday mornin' when th' strange ones roam...

...whoaho dig this teenage swamp blast, this is one fullup coaster o' way chipper 'n goodly grooves, solid in its propensity to slurry wrong side o' town rockin'...th'sound o' young cats graftin' in lowrent beer joints 'n cuttin' demos 'n learnin' how to work together as one way hep combo...there's some small jiggary-pokary(not always a good sign, alterin' history is to be looked at with some skeptisism, but a keen eye/ear should decipher th'real deal) from overdubs in '76 but basically all a cats gotta know is this is '71 'n th'vibe is laid back R&B, slight loner stoner moves (due to hangover no doubt) 'n a hunger to stretch out 'n make a mark...some real good lyrics make this even better than to be expected (specially trk14)...

...slowly but ever so surely this combo o' greasy teddy boys had been rockin' th' pubs'n clubs o' london town'n all points surroundin' that needed a hep dose o' bangin' rock'n'roll five-oh style...they got th'gig o' bein' gene vincents backin' crew when he' toured merrie olde'n got their name around as th'premier greaser rockers...this waxin' was their first LP'n was recorded 01/70 at th'revolution club in londons hep westend with some o' rocks then aristos like ringo'n a glimmer twin in attendance...this is full o' poundin' rock'n'roll covers that don't let up from start to end'n its not too far removed to see this as part o' th'whole 'back to roots' culture that had been happenin' since bobs basement tapes had circulated round hep pads'n ended up in pub rockin' bein' th'new thing in urban centres...real tasty bit o' unpretentious good rockin' tonite...

...cats hep to gettin' down with some free spirit jazzbo grooves but need somethin' a little lighter than some o' th' scrunchin' skrunky skronk that comes from th' avant cellar could do no worse than lend a lobe to this '64 outin' from one o' th' masters o' post bop cosmic splatter...not so heavy'n taxin' as some, this is a good primer for neophytes aswell as a great listen for th' more seasoned'n hardy jazz head...dig th' noise gearin' up to what would get cuboid critics in a slashin' whirly lather o' know-nothin'ess until th'whole shebang blew itself out in a freeform frenzy in th' early 70's...as usual with a lot o' these free blowin' cats th'remnants o' earlier jazzin' vibes (such as new orleans funeral marches etc.) can be detected here 'n there, addin' th' old to rebuild'n remodel for th'new...

...4 nights o' voodoo funk, th'uncut variety, taped in june '70 in NYC at th' home o' east coast commercial hippy, th'fillmore...miles was bop kickin' th' noise into new places at every opportunity in th' early seven ohs 'n here is a side for each night...th'sets're diced'n spliced into neatly compact 25minute blasts which can drag down to th'scrapin' bone, cats needin' th'whole set but tape cutups was part o' th'recorded miles experience...dig miles workin' th'combo as another instrument'n takin off for uncharted territory...this is a knockout deal...