...from th' getgo th'skreeech o' feedback on th'melody laughter trk that kicks off this wonderous boot all velvetheads 'n layabouts o' a hep'n curious nature will know that they're in for a galaxy bendin' mindmelt o' a trip...lastin' for over halfhour this builds up to some sorta epic proportions that not too many ever reach with th'insistant thud from moe'n some lobe poundin' squeal from john 'n lou 'n sterling givin' th' occasional flurry o' notes when th'mood takes ahold...this is avant/freejazz blatter as interpreted by 'n for th'NOW rock generation though no-one really knew that for sure at th'time...nico chips in here'n there with some cooled out chantoozeein'n towards th'end lou gives out with some chant style wordage...thats th' first trk'n then they go into a 'greatest hits/first elpee as will be' routine(femme/venus/death song/parties) that all add to th' swirl o' noise that th' roobs in columbus musta wondered what this bigcity popmusic was turnin into...this aint th' sorta racket that sits too well in booney type places 'n in '66 this is a blowin' apart th' known world(car culture/drive-ins/petty vandalism) when it comes to that there entertainment...th'second disk continues th'journey into th' black hole o'tomorrow where th'unknown manifests destiny in th'unseen art o' chaos rocknroll...another halfhour jam crops up further in 'n again th'velvet haze envelopes th' listner...60s heads will dig th' murky tape hiss thats lets th'beatnik know this is a peek thru th'muddy window to see th' uture leakin through walls o' innocent perception...definitely one o' th' places th'mythical sixties started for cats stranded in th' entrenched 50s land o' cold war patriotism'n wasteful unthinkin'/unblinkin' consumerism 'n general subservience to 'authority'...