...very nice distillation o'basement jams that didn't feature th'zimm who was out playin' checkers at th'general store quite often when th'mood took him,cos th'ol'boys frequentin' th'place didn't know he was a counter cultural ambassador,they had no inklin' he was th'spokeman for disenchanted youth,th'latest casuality o' th'amphetamine wail come to lay low in dullsville...th'grooves here're loose'n funky,relaxed in a reefer haze,kickin' th'gong around...these joints kinda get lost buried in th'basement tape extravaganza,but extracted they constitute a solid rock'nroll gospel vibration from some other place as yet uncharted,a place consistin' o'th'past remolded into tributaries o'lazy motion,tricklin' into th'ether to be caught in th'imagination o' any passin' vagabond,any beatnik layabout lookin' for a new way o' viewin' th'world around them...if this had been released instead/before'big pink'there would been plenty cats scratchin' th'noggin tryin figure out which way was up, this is psychedelic but not in any accepted mind trippin' way,this is a transportation device for inner vibratin' into another plateau o'existance...