...when german polydor records at th' beginnin o' th' seventees agreed to front up some studio time 'n bread to live on for these hep cats they didn't xpect what th' outcome o' this merger produced...this was rock music as conceived filter'd thru a mixin desk 'n as such its no surprise to hear th' record start with some wizzin noise 'n th' stones 'n beatles filterin thru th' resultant mist...th' stones represent th' emergant rock culture as seen thru 'street level swagger' 'n th' fab4 symbolize th' studio trickery that pyschodelix brought on...stereo pannin 'n channel hoppin edits that mix other galaxy n'awlins marchin band grooves with fx laden'd acid rock geetar/space rock shenanigans with arcade beeps'n bubbles...some irrelevant stoned chat like zappa used to throw in to give th' whole thang'n otherness, 2 (un)realities becomin th' third, a hyper reality...tape manipulation/found sound/prepared piano, all have a place on this crazy quilt o'mindmelt squelch...theres th' right amount o' looseness goin on that stops this from bein a college avant garde xercise perpetrated by art school squares with th' imagination metre on zero...(this is how pink floyd shoulda been soundin after splittin from syd...th' architecture students buildin on' lessons learnt from syd how to make th' studio go all gloopee soup, or indeed th' dead shoulda got bizzee with this type noise after gettin hep to th' studio 'n wantin to record 'heavy air')...rushin sounds wizz'n glide 'round th' channels with modal wah-wah noddin to th' previous stoned years o' eastern mysticism jammin that been goin down in certain sectors o' underground society...even with all th' changes o'direction'n quick edits theres a completeness that smooths th' whole thang into a continuous journey that gives no indication o' time passin, suspension in th' future/past NOWNESS is th' prevailin ethic, achieved without any hesitation that they might be doin th' 'wrong thang'...one o' th' first elpees to help define some o' th' ground work for what would later become known as krautrock this is one outtasite set o' grooves that today sounds like others wish they did...'n nobody really knows if it ever happen'd...

...two cats goin by th' name IT 'n ALL (aka tony 'n jim)get bizzee grindin 'n poundin intense slow motion riffs into 'n ugly slurpy mess...blurry sound fx 'n lost tormented vocals stretched to limits o' impossibilities...thunderous noise o' a collapsin universe sinkin into th' void where untold agony lurks in patient wait...in many ways this is progrock when all th' parts are added together, maybe not in th' accepted college prog sense o' sissy vocals 'n bland technicalities but when it came to rearrangin th' sound this is well progged out 'n thats a fact...a reissue o' their first demo from '90 with 'n xtra trk tacked on th' end...under th' right conditions this isza trip to th' dark side...

...th' murky fog 'n generational tape hiss haze here is possible entrance into some psychodelik netherworld full o' distortion 'n distraction with little hope o' returnin th' same...although 'n illicit recordin by a cat who seems to be wanderin 'round at this oslo92 gig its caught th' whole basement black metal ethic o' punked out cheap recordin, 'n o' keepin it real...this shoulda got a proper release 'n upped th' whole standard o' BAD sound(this makes mayhem demo look major bizniz)...th' whole room seems to spin round 'n due to all th' distraction present, list'nin makes for a trancee time as a cat gotta concentrate 'n all conscious thought o'th' outside world disappears as occasional bad temper'd gutt'ral bursts erupt over nonstop machine drummin...small infections 'o basic riff screechin ooze from th' primordial swamp o' fowl sludge enticin th'listner ever onward...under th' right conditions this makes it into th' avant garde parallel universe o' cinema verite/found sound/glimpses in time/momentary recordin...thats th' first side, side two is some prog? suite o' ambient ancient space rock where th' centuries call out to th' ancestors secret codes o' esoterica...again due to th' cheap synth whack'd out recordin(not to mention gliches 'n scrapes), this is cool for layabouts who got a sense o' humor, otherwise prog purists who dig th' squeaky clean sound o'lesser combos such as college proggers yes 'n floyd 'n t.dream gonna have to resort to heavy narcotic pillows to weather th'23minits o' e.c comix weirdness...

...comin outta texas these cats didn't sound like too many from their home state...theres 'n xpansiveness to th'sound o' th' recordin that gives this 'n otherworld feelin, a world o' carefulness 'n slow motion, a world where its all possible, a dream like state o' trancendental gloopy bubbles...first side has some string arrangements by th' cat who enhanced/ruined forever changes which will help xplain th'otherworld vibe...their tuffness o' club playin gives a punch to th' majestic sound, its very much upfront 'n demandin attention...sold well in euroland back in th' day, showin those continental hep heads could dig some cool grooves if'n th'trees wax bombed in th' homelands...local fans at th' time were not too pleased with th'wax statin that th' urgency o' th' live playin had been lost but for cats who never saw them its th' whole o' th'semi gothic sound that makes this so cool, inna way th' fact that not too many ever found out much about th' combo leavin it a mystery that enhances th'vibes that come from diggin th' groovy wax...

...real nice peep at th' underground scene o' th' plastics whose secret 'n low profile gigs helped hold th' various outlawed cats together in prague 'n other locales under th' thumb o' bad vibes...its live action all th' way with glimpses from 69/72 'n shows a wide range o' psychodelik influences...comin on like xperimental ballroom trippers some o' th' time, th' orkustra could come to mind while diggin this, then groovin spaceways with nods to hawkwind 'n sun ra...some ol' beat group rockin 'n a bit o' folk strummin help widen th' pallette 'n make for a good listen...it dont flow in a chronological style but its fairly easy ('n fun) to work out th' order o' th' years...all in all its not as avant soundin as they would later become but a necessary item in th' fight against th' perpetrators o' bad karma 'n general ungrooviness...dig a scene that was a deal realer than real...

...no wig liftin jams this time round yet again but at least they'd hooked up a good dealer for now up they have visions o' bein a loungeblooz outfit o' sorts...th' wax kicks off in fine basement style with a top riff purloined from th' stonesian catalog o' keefisms...yus sir its 1969 accordin to these hepsters 'n th' 70s aint arrived...th' second cut shows elvis isn't far from their stereo cos th' singer has just toked up th' heaviest bongload 'n th' king is filterin thru in all his memphis magnificence...in fact elvisism is all over th' grooves with beerjointgospel 'n nightclub vibes gettin bizzee with th' occasional nod to ballroom geetar psych weavin in'n out...a few rock snobs dis this as just more junk on a low par with all/notatall but this is much more than that, its damaged cats lookin for th' entance way to play...

...cats xpectin some wigged jammin are not gonna find it with this biskit cos they got some singer/songwriter vibes goin on...th' whole deal been smeared with some sorta mersh style gloop makin this sound like carol king or somethang o' that order...quite why this happen'd is a bit o' a mystery cos aint no squares back in th' jacuzzi seven ohs gonna put out any bread to these communal hippees(if'n they found th' wax at th' mall which would only happen when th' planet crashed into a warp'd parallel galaxy)...essential as part o' th' father yod xperience but as a list'nin groove they would make better sounds as they had in th' past...th' vacuous times o' nixonia had finally found them, a better source o' weed was need'd thats f'sure...

...this time round these sun fried commune freeex cut th' jams down to recognisable song lengths, gone are th' side long trips o' earlier wax 'n these toons take on a mid period QMS vibe which was no doubt bought about from partakin o' th' hawaiian grass that was bein toked in some heavy amounts back then by all concerned...its a mangled blooz rock thats mostly in evidence with some beefheart vocalizin'n some tasty acidgeetarstrum croppin up....cats who remember these stoners wont be disappointed, 'n younger layabouts might dig th'basement realness that pervades this disk as indeed all their output... a hep blast o' ol' fashion stoner gurgle that fits like a glove late in th' day when a certain mellowness might be in order...

...cats who dig th' basement end o' th' xperimental electronix field will need to get 'n earful o' this lo-fi scuzz fest from sometime 'round late 80s with its cheepo drumboxes clatterin away in post industrial tribal wobbles 'n waves o' hizzin fuzzz cloudin up th' preceedins...scrapes 'n squeals bubble 'n erupt into bilious gas bombs o' white noise...whispers 'n shouts appear from time to time amist strange tappins 'n creaks 'n moans from other times...originally set free on a limited press independent tape, this is a fine meetin o' amon duul 'n stockhausen as they wander trippin thru lowlife cheap arcades full o' gloopious asteroid games with whitehouse followin close behind in th' bohemian/criminal district away from square workaday patriots...all conventions are questioned but never fully answered...not as disorientatin as some work in this field o' noise endeavour, th' unknown can be glimpsed occasionally as th' disk unfolds when th' right alignment o' symbols are positioned correctly...

...back in th' very early sixtees everyone from beatnik to uptight cube were gettin th' space bug...space was th' place 'n th' race to get there was on...these cats had no problem gettin th' itch to buzz th' astroids 'n soar into th' cozmos...helped by future thinkin backroom scientist joe meek these cats sounded like tomorrow had arrived with th' weekend all in one...twangin geetars propel th' pop list'ner into worlds o' society nightclubs on th' moon with robots servin cocktails from way past venus 'n mars...grab th'sound from th' time o' hopefulness that actually never arrived, when tomorrow seemed to be here already but alas proved illusionary for most...

...its purported that bill burroughs called these master musicians a 4000year old rock'n roll band 'n though this is spurious at best seein how burroughs didnt dig rock'n roll 'n he wouldn't sully these cats name with such obviously fake blabber...that was probably put about by some 'music promo hype square' but no matter th' vibe is there plenty with this wax 'n th' drone groove is big noise with certain trendys ('n underground honchos) these days 'n all cats gotta dig th' trance since rock found th'avant garde in th' 60s...these joujouka cats been layin down th'drone hypnosis vibe for centuries 'n its handed down in th' musicians familys so th' groove is pretty tight'n funky...theres a psychodelik whooshin goin on in th' production which makes it a meetin o' western capitalist shuck/ancient tradition, but th' trendy gimmik o' whooshin gives this xtra 'take off for th'cozmos' value so it dont matter anyhoos, its seems only 'world music' dullards take up any stance about this pervertin th' pure sound o'ethnic musicians playin some intrinsically beautiful music... a very cool trip to th' heart o' NOW 'n th' universe beyond reality...

...in th' summer o' 65 these frisco beatnix were ensconsed at th' red dog saloon in nevada some fair few miles from their home town 'n as such they slightly missed out on th' beginnins o' hippee rock...at th' red dog they were gobblin acid 'n hittin up th' reefer 'n havin a high ol'time but this was too far from frisco to merit inclusion in th' newly formin hierarchy 'n by th' time they got back on th' local scene they were viewed as interlopers 'n behind th' times...this disk isza very nice compilation o' early demo trx that have been out 'n about for th' last 3decades but th' sound here is really good 'n slices into th' years like knife thru butter, list'nin to this is like bein there over forty years back...this 'n th' mother mccree disc are terrific places to start diggin th' frisco beat when it was ol' fashioned 20s pop'n hokum, mind manglin but not psychodelik...