...jerry hahn'n his quintet only got to make this one LP'n thats a drag cos its a real winner'n itself shoulda been a double wax,not just this 30minute voyage into post-bop-gypsy-psychedelic-raga-belly-dancin jazzbo blowout...it all kicks off with some bop grooves'n gradually moves outward to take in some fusiony flute,psych guitar twangin'n squeaky fiddle toonage...th'last coupla numbers get down with raga blowin'n eastern jammin in a ballroom style,'n when these guys played th'fillmore auditorium back in th'day they set th'stoners on fire with th'snakey noodle-bop vibes they let loose...may take a coupla spins to get in totally but once it hits its a stone groove all th'way,in th'pocket'n fittin nicely...

...pharaohs first wax as a leader'n it sees him groovin in a post hard bop style with some freedom o' expression allowed but not as much as could be expected bein on th'trusty'n hepnacious ESP-Disk label,but th'year is 1964'n some bop still makes currency here'n there,tho these're th'fallow years for jazz,th'60s didn't get much into th'jazzbo idiom,it was rather seen as yesterdays music,worse yet music o'th'older generation'n hence square...outside th'confines'n constrictions o' th'commercial hype machine heavy advances were made in th'jazz cellars'n after hours joints where some o' th'more flipped cats would get down with th'modal-free-spirit-drone-splat-jazz but not too many were list'nin,jazz fans hated it,jazz snobs tried to ignore it'n most didn't know o' its existance...these mid 60 times saw even modern genius like miles sellin less than 50,000 copies so cats like pharaoh could hope for maybe 800 if th'moon was in th'right quarter...made up o' side long jams this flows along mighty fine tho some more out-there-ness would been a bonus,this is kinda like pharaoh gettin a foot in th'door,gettin th'feel o' bein in charge...a small groovy fact for cats who dig th'more esoteric side is th'cover drawn by jay dillon from th'godz,nice...

...delaney&bonnie gettin laid back with some mellow grooves with some serious friends sittin in,duane allman'n joe cocker,gram parsons to name but three,with their usual band layin down some slightly less frantic gospel revue grooves...a good time bong party revival is kickin up with all th'cats just weavin around,shakin in a cloudy haze o' optimism,tomorrow will be a better day,everyones loose'n funky,nothin is strained,just pure vibrations passin 'round keepin th'hippy freedom train rollin...as usual bonnie puts in a terrific performance as th'street-wise hip soul goddess with th'heart o' gold,a perfect confection o'carnaby street pop soul meets southern down home back porch sunday mornin emotin...as a bit o' an aside when janis died th'serious bread was lookin to bonnie to step into th'limelight but th'carole king laurel canyon earth mother whinge got th'straight societies attention(bonnie was lookin too funky,too real for middle class consumption)...

...hailin direct from th'detroit underground,crashin thru th'years to party on down come th'UP,part o'th'white panther collective,these hard rockin cats had only one goal'n that was to spread th'word,th'gospel o'rock'n roll as set out by th'mc5'n th'stooges...fuelled by th'generation war'n th'counter-culture revolution th'UP gave forth with high energy proto metal shake'n thud jams,kickin up a ruckus,havin a high ol'time givin th'finger to th'MAN(who most definitely was tryin to bust th'music,or at th'very least buyin it up,makin stars'n takin rockin cats like MC5 away from th'people)...if'n these cats had gotten some serious studio time they coulda laid down a proper rockin joint but as it was just a few tapes'n acetates exist to show how it was'n how it coulda been...this semi legit boot is made up o' jams from differin sources,some not as hot sound quality wise,but perfectly acceptable to th'beatnik layabouts who dig this swill'n dig it good cos its mighty fine hootch with a bong-haze karma, these cats wont steer in a wrong direction, they know WHERE ITS AT'n brother thats a fine'n necessary state o' bein...th'UP come to free society from th'UPTIGHT BLAHS,to free th'people from th'useless addiction th'consumer world foisted 24hours a day,to free th'citizens from themselves...

...th'farm band were part o'th'tennessee farm commune that was lead by original hippy thinker stephen gaskin who'd transplanted 150 freex from northern california to th'bluegrass state,a fairly novel move considerin th'politix o' redneck areas like that,not a welcomin place for a longhaired autonomy in th'early seventees...(th'commune eventually came to number some 1500 hippys which just musta got th'local law pigs in some kinda froth,independence not bein high on th'agenda in th'consumer society)...gaskin himself had been a marine back in th'early 60s'n had first hand experience o' pig mind control'n soul sappin that such an institution needs to function as an (non)effective destroyer force,after which he gravitated to th'haight ashbury just as th'acid was beginnin to flow'n turned on to th'possibilities o' a new life beyond th'town o'squareville...wanderin th'length'n breadth o' san fran durin th'hippy frenzy he spoke o' his philosophy o' free thinkin,away from th'rhetoric o' th'24hour TEEVEE society,back to a more natural state o' self sufficiency,becomin unreliant on th'downpressor madison avenue culture...so when th' commune set up in tennessee they needed their own entertainment'n hence th'band were formed from whoever could rock-on-out...th'jams on this double wax're a mixture o' rural rockin'n lengthier ballroom screetchin with good vibes invocation to 'get on down'...not as flipped out as th'yo ho wha collective but a really nice hour o'back porch psychedelic noodle none th'less,recommended to all layabouts who know th'score,to all wasters who know th'moment is always NOW...