...boot o' th' first outpourins from th' whitehouse name in nineteen80...cathartic screamin against basement electronics over th' course o' halfhours raw primal skreeech pulsations...their whole proposition isza dilemma o' th' first order, are they beatniks reportin th' facts from 'n outta control square world or maybe they're just askin a question or two...but they may have th' answer to media saturation perpetrated by th' most uptight thinkin cubes who seek to confound 'n capitalize while theres still time...cats witha head fulla smoke may wish to visualize this rakkit as some sorta entertainment from a boho cafe in a bill burroughs tale...could be a steppin off point into 'nother world where 'everythang IS as it seems' 'n th' population consists o' right thinkin cats down with th' hep vibe...

...second demo from this lost soul o' rock'nroll...workin on a coupla riffs 'n just stickin inna groove this can come on somewhat trancee especially on th' better taped session...th' downside o' this could be that it led to vargs new age disks 'n that aint necessarily a right thang to do...it could been his latter day circumstances that led to new age but its gotta be there in th' system until th' 'system' decides otherwise, but thats not any concern coz this is a good enuff xercise in teenage rock xpression without financial gain to merit underground rock heads get a lobeful o' this swill 'n splatter...put some stun behind some o' this 'n theres a direct linear path to link wray(a stoned link wray mainly its gotta be said)...this is loner stoner from deep within ancient forests where th' earth gods roam sendin messages o' hope to cats from tomorrow who dwell in th' incessant riff o' hep vibrations...

...where th' rakkit known as mayhem starts...titles right on th' money 'n that dont happen as often as a cat with a true heart would like...gettin stiffed by th' money grubbers is whats th' usual 'n any biskit givin up th' true primal spirit gotta be taken with some seriousness...way below th' depths o' most basements this is substrata recordins, taped missives from deep within th' protagonists soul...from th' caverns o' chaos come primal screams lettin th' world know they are not satisfied with their surroundins...th' blandness o' square culture is so oppresive to them that pure scrapin rock noise is th' only xcape...like a killdozer rollin a fetid swamp to yesterday this sound is loaded with tape hiss/feedback/pummel/screamin from beyond walls o' pain...there is some grounds for thinkin along lines o' this bein a random outburst o' nihilistic thrashin but with all th'xtra curricular activities these cats got into like church burnin/murder, combined with furtive meetins away from straight society 'n a code o' recognition that appalls th' patriot to th' point o' jealous hatred 'n desperation this could wella been a beatnik injection given by th' rocknroll overlords to help get th' scene goin, wake up those that can be woken...any heads down with und'rground metal jamz need to know this is th' 9trk version so its nearly double th' swill spillage 'n for cats in th' know thats too good to miss...prime scrape from a quarter century after blue cheer first annoyed th' purists'n 'liberals', more aural damage from one o' th' greats who kept faith with th' eternal NOW o'rockin'n rollin...

...when this joint dropped in ol' london towne hep cats 'n music biz snobs alike thought some sorta second comin had arrived...here was this blued-eyed funky gospel groovin/hornrock attack with a rocknroll heart that sounded unlike most thangs th' underground dwellers were list'nin to...it was all part o' th' basement tapes/get back phenomenon that was takin a strong hold on th' forward thinkin minds...th' acid/psych daze were in th' past, th' befuddled hallucinations left in th' back alleys o' yesterday, a new 'keepin it real' had arrived...honesty had begun to make a re-appearance(accordin to th' hype o' th' day-legend has it that this elpee was th' first rockband to get advertised on th' london subway system)'n this rnb stew was a product o' said integrity...theres some myT-fine shoutin 'n ballad 'n rockin goin on here, a brilliant dixie gumbo o' righteous hotcha grooves 'n goodtime vibes...

...real chippa compilation pile-up o' live 'n teevee appearances...no info as to where they're from but thats o' no real concern when th' list'nin is primo doorsian swill'n swagger...doorsbores will no doubt be able to place th' performances but for th' more congenial layabout its a cool greatest hits package with some nice touches 'n surprises...cats who find this combo a bit longwinded when they get into a live situation will be glad this disk flows along real nice with no lengths o'snoozin time while jimbo gives out some philosophy 'n 'playin to th' crowd' surmonizin... th' sound quality whilst differin from source to source is o' a nice vintage 'n brings on th' times when th' TMOQ /rubber dubber boots were a my-T thang o' joy 'n spiritual wonderment...th' version o' th' end sees th' combo really sailin to outta spacewaze 'n gettin down with th' avant/trance groove (if'n tim buckley done some jam time with these cats it would been th' backin trk for tim to scat 'n wail til tomorrow)...xtremely well put together disk 'n easily wins over any bothersome nay-sayers who consider them overated opportunists, this is a trip to gonesville for hep cats 'n citizens...

...much like fellow el-aliens steppenwolfs '... birthday party' elpee this forth effort came under attack by rock snobs 'n layabouts alike...th' concensus was 'n continued to be that this was th' combo driftin, unsure o' th' direction they wanted to go in...truth is that cos o' all th' madness around them 'n all across th' land they decided they'd turn themselves into a psychodelik loungejazz outfit 'n play bars along th' desert freeways 'n sleepy hollows all over th' psychic landscapes o' th' vietnamgeneration...playin musics from various parts o' th' spectrum they become th' eclectic jukebox for th' zapcomix hippee hords awaitin th' beckonin call from unkkkle sam to help keep th' world safe for bizniz...th' title trk is a way cool 'n hep groove o' beatpoetics that stands higher on th' flipcity measurin stick than their more famous toons...cats who been payin attention th' past four decades will detect a few welcome changes 'n differences with this version 'n a few xtra trx thrown in...so much better than th' hype has led many to believe for far too long, its more proof o' th' xpandin net bein cast by th' basement tapes...

...diggin fiftees era moondog is like enterin other dimensions away from th' normal channels o' thought 'n possibilities...combinin found sound 'n street noise with 'dogs take on hep music (bohoworld jazz) this wax is a self contained planet whirlin within any hepcats orbit...'dog grooves his way thru th' whole disk 'n any cats list'n with only half attention will immediately recognize some kinda genius at work...th' whole shebang could only come from moondogs place 'n time (tho plenty have tried joinin disparate noises into one satisfyin whole but that usually where th' whole thang falls down cos its not satisfyin just tedious)...seriously cool vibes...