spacedsaviour

2009-04-30T10:12:00.000-07:00

THIS WHOLE MESSY GAGGLE O' NONSENSE SEEMS TO BE FULL, TH'CAPACITY HAS NOW CONTRACTED TO ZILCH SO TH'TRIP GOES EVER ON AT SPACED2SAVIOUR
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2009-04-26T14:05:00.000-07:00

...as evidenced by th' cover th'new trippy spacedout experience o' 67/8 was reachin' all comers pretty fast...a nice approxamation o' th' live psychedelic dungeon wig out for th' hippy/college fratsters that this windy city aggregation reached with this second biscuit...livin' within a slightly looser vibe than th' first 'n some stretchin' out is in place no doubt due to playin' hazy, fazed-out ballrooms...chipper effort that was overlooked by th' great unwashed denizens o' squaresville but it did put them on th'underground circuit map...last 2tracks come from rejected sessions for 1st wax...

2009-04-25T11:19:00.000-07:00

...back in th' day it seemed every town worthy o' any rock'n'roll credentials, a burg that could foister a rockin' vibe at least on saturday night had a band like th' dogs...a combo in transition from a goin' nowhere post glam thudders to rockin' in a punky style which if lucky would score some sort o' singles deal with a hep independent...this live slab from '77 takes a cat right to th' heart o' urban rockin' that took place in backrooms 'n cellars planetwide (at least in a p-rock wide sense)...good wallopin' ragged tunes, a dedication to one j. thunders, audience participation, a velvets cover 'n a crackin' go at their boot boy 45...great stuff 'n any cat with a rockin' groove will dig this...

2009-04-25T09:33:00.000-07:00

...summer 78 sees sid gettin kinda busy bein' th'frontman(as opposed to th'spectale)with gigs in london'n NYC with backin' cats th'calibre o'rat scabies/glen matlock/mick jones/jerry nolan at th'different venues...this exploito has a great cover ripped off from maxs kansas city LP with sids name in heavy metal font plus sid tryin' to get to grips with his given axe...over two days in september sid played four sets at maxs'n two o' them are stapled onto this coaster with th'combo firin' through stooge swill/dolls splat 'n a fine noise it is too...sids pretty together most o' th'time careenin' around givin' th'toppin' to this cool sleaze-arama'n a proper vibrant addition to any cats pile o' street trash...

2009-04-25T07:04:00.000-07:00

...summer 1976'n punk is makin' inroads with layabouts, hooligans'n general thrill seekers across ol'london towne...this tape comes from th'screen on th'green cinema appearance o' malcolms young hopefuls as they top th'bill'n its only a couple days away from th'100club festival that will finally prove that th' punk phenomenon is here to stay, though o' course not entirely in this D.I.Y state(d.i.y will still exist'n mutate'n gather other free minded individuals in a snow ballin' o culture to sit as inspiration to comin' generations, but they will take th'inspiration'n grab th' cash'n get ripped off by corporate scum who always move in for th' kill)th'pistols got some grief from squares in th'media as bein' some kinda puppets,under some svengali teddy boys control, but th'truth is really th' other way round, they were takin' advantage o' th' late late hippy days, by usin' malcomes bread'n stealin' guitars from those awfull instrument emporiums that think they're high'n mighty flyers in th'rock game, hustlin' gigs on th' stealth, by invasion, street level layabout gypsy rock'nroll...gettin' down to cases'n logically thinkin' this through it could be th'gig that sponsored th'end o' punk, dig th' line up, th' big three? before th' jam entered with their brand o' hyped up super rock'n roll rhythm attack'n take it too th' hit parade'n stay as frequent visitors, not just popular gimmics, no one hit wonder status for them...th'cinema that hosted th'event was an independent liberal concern but as all cats know th' independent liberal is often just a cover to contain th' ego greed o' a genre capitalist, this bein' th'art/culture genre, an area populated by scammers'n theives, liars o' upmost ability to convince...throbbin' gristle would debut a few months later at th'ICA, an avant liberal art spot, though gen p. has managed to scam th' scammers quite a bit o' th' time, a nice exercise in avant/hippy/punk freeloadin' on behalf o' bohemiam cats everywhere givin' inspiration for th' truth to break through, to unbind th'mind...th'sound aint th'best but better than some pistol boots plus turnin' th'thing up to stun(as often is th' way, sometimes th' only way) will help create th'long hot punk summer when hope was again in th'air,a new groove was busy bein' born,'n busy dyin', maybe bein' cocooned for a more presenatable facade(boomtown rats come to mind, herky jerky new wave chancers, disguised as punkers, pajamas bein' a radical look in ireland in all possibilty)...grab some cheep speed'n a few beers, mellow a trifle with th' reefer, safety pin this to th'stereo'n history will be (no)fun...

2009-04-23T02:36:00.000-07:00

...whoaho dig this teenage swamp blast, this is one fullup coaster o' way chipper 'n goodly grooves, solid in its propensity to slurry wrong side o' town rockin'...th'sound o' young cats graftin' in lowrent beer joints 'n cuttin' demos 'n learnin' how to work together as one way hep combo...there's some small jiggary-pokary(not always a good sign, alterin' history is to be looked at with some skeptisism, but a keen eye/ear should decipher th'real deal) from overdubs in '76 but basically all a cats gotta know is this is '71 'n th'vibe is laid back R&B, slight loner stoner moves (due to hangover no doubt) 'n a hunger to stretch out 'n make a mark...some real good lyrics make this even better than to be expected (specially trk14)...

2009-04-20T15:51:00.001-07:00

...a total apt title to this euroboot which seems to be a pile up o' rehearsals from '88 which makes it about th' time 'dead' joined up to do th'throat roarin'...this is mainly instros buried under storms o' tape hiss givin' this th'required necro sound these metal heads were lookin' for...deep in th'basement these cats're found workin' on a thunderous coupla riffs which became their signature tunes, feedbackin'n pummellin' them into th' ground relentlessly lookin' for th'true explosion o' rockin' swill...turnin' th'dank air into a fetid soup they wade through endless slop hammerin' th' ultimate riff into th' shape that will satisfy th' endless night they inhabit...layabouts might wanna dig trk5 which is a drum solo but th'first half has just th' right amount o' sonic screach that it sounds like prime era ESP-Disk free jazz...indeed th'whole o' th'mayhem original aesthetic was similar to NYC jazzbos in th'alientatin' th' audience enough to build a more sympathetic one which would hopefully view 'n understand life 'n art differently from th'earlier onlookers, certainly th' 60s jazzers got enough square hatred(downbeat mag for one) thrown their way to know they were on th' right track cos now 4decades down th' road they're revered like no other jazzbos in th' last half century...roundabout half way through th' thing seems to take on a psychedelic trance vibe with th' tape hiss gettin' louder for awhile as if actin' as a buffer to keep th' listener from driftin' to far into th' second mind which by now will have woken in most cats who get that far into th' oooze...even th' fact that this is over a mindbendin' hour long it would be too short at twice th' length...somewhere in time 'n dimension this is th' soundtrk to life, which must open up other, more far reachin' vistas o' (un)reality...

2009-04-20T15:28:00.001-07:00

...layabouts familiar with th' way underground metal has spread through th' years from blue cheer to blue oyster cult to german oak to venom will know that these two bands represented on this exploito wax're th' cornerstones o' modern metal(though in no way should that be held against them)...comprised o' a coupla demos from both morbid'n mayhem th'common factor bein' vocal interpreter dead...morbids death metal rattle shows up with a cool scuzzy acidrock guitar squeal to give th' list'ner that extra jolt(trk one has great ballroom style mindfry string bendin' on top o' th' technical death flurries)...second trk kicks off with a 60s style mood before th' riffin' takes over...all o' morbids side is a 'real cool ride' vibe, thats really goin' for it (like early 70 hard rock/stooges punk metal just skimmed'n floated off th' wax into th'room'n buzzed cats into another reality somewhere between NOW 'n somewhere else brother, somewhere else)...mayhems side starts off in a thick slower soupy sludge 'n then cranks it up to give off a fast rockin' vibe but darker than th' morbid effort...th' slower parts also have psychedelic ballroom screach but here th' ballroom is someway underground in a physical sense as well as esoteric culture...theres a heavy bad drug feel to this that hadn't been really heard in rock'roll for many years, maybe since th' germs rocked th'L.A trends/hippys with their brand o'slopfall/crash burn aesthetic...deads in really a zone o' his own, uppin' th'freaked out level from th' earlier combo by a goodly distance...this disk is highly recommended to all who dig th'noise'n vibe o'edgar broughton/stackwaddy'n th' self beleif o' budgie/les rallizes all mixed in a scuzzy hazy otherworld o' obsessed/paranoid bad dreams made manifest by beatnix from th'frozen north (who thought venom were for real)...a very important historical document aswell as a great outpourin' o' wigged out spazz...

2009-04-20T15:17:00.000-07:00

...taped at a couple o' rehearsals durin' '91, these're th'last transmissions from mayhem featurin' th'throat rippin' dead...incredibly messed-up necro sound that after a few spins starts to give up th'vibes these nihilist beatnix wish to impart...its th' sound o'breakin' free from th' unremittin' consumer death machine that wishes to make 'happy' complient surfs o' th'great unwashed...its th'sound o' breakin' on through to th'other side where th'oppressive dominant kkkulture no longer holds any power...its th'sound o' long winter nights beneath th'frozen moon that give cats plenty o'time to wonder th'endless possibilties that come from ancient forests o'earlier tymes where dimensions'n multiple magic realities co-exist for th' benefit o' th'stoned groover...perfect accompaniment to bonged evenin's high in dusty garretts where th'outside world does not enter for fear o' bein' exposed as th'plastic xeroxed fake it surely is...

2009-04-20T15:12:00.001-07:00

...good pile up o' rehearsal/demo/live swill by these frosty rockers from th'north...cos o' th'different sources a different sound'n vibe keeps settlin'n disappearin' leadin' th' listener on a wanderin'/wonderin' path through desolate back alleys 'n filthy basements o' low rent locales...incredible deep cavernous necro sound appears with th'then unpatented buzzin' treble guitar stun noise that swirls around like angry hornets from th'darkest reaches o' th'overseein' subconscious...thuddin' drum that just won't stop beatin' th'eternal rhythm for th'faithful who voyage th' at once joyous yet perilous highways o' rocknroll...to put this into true perspective o' how morbid carry yet mutate'n push forward th'universal vibe o' rockiness, these cats could take this barrage o' slop'n gig th'grande ballroom,detroit68/ladbroke grove70'n they'd buzz'n wow th' onlookers as authentic avantnoise rockers....some o' these tracks show great promise o'dark pummelin' distorted psychedelia well away from trend consumers(underground or not) who usually wallow in th'psych/goth happy patterns o'cenury 21 cultural endeavours...

2009-04-19T12:25:00.000-07:00

...this a decently good'n hefty blast o' heavy rock from this bunch o' seven-ohs lovin' stoner riff riders...made up o'3 original numbers 'n 5 covers includin' blue cheer/misfits/aerosmith'n th'good ol' golfer himself, th' coop...some o' th'vocals have a southern rock inflection which allows them to cover more ground...as always play on stun...

2009-04-19T08:32:00.000-07:00

...as th'universe darkens'n th'night creatures creep through th'gloom intent on spreadin' th'gospel o' doom all that can be heard is th'monumental stoned out riffin' jams that just pulverize'n crush with immense clouds o' sweet smoke...dronin'n dronin', fillin' th'room with th'heaviest sludge, th'like o' which hadn't been seen for many a moon...one o' th'best o' nineties stoner, different mix from th'original release'n well deservin' o' a few spins by all psycheads...

2009-04-18T07:06:00.000-07:00

...formed sometime in early 67 andromeda're a real good example o' th'changin' face o' undeground sound in th'transisional years 67/70 when psych whimsy replaced th' freakbeat,heavy blues replaced psych'n mixed itself in with some jazz ideas to begat th' misunderstood genre prog-rock(when a cat gets down to it prog was ruined by yes'n other college boy fantasies that spoke o' elves'n fairies in a definitely non psych manner),after prog which hung around forever it was all heads to their own discretion, punkhippy/hippypunk bein' th'best route outta th'seventies...gettin'back to th'wax in question, andromedas LP was released in 69 with a nice street level power trio blast o' heavy blues proggin' with some 67 style vocal arragements givin' it a more rounded sound, bringin' in th'past to soften th' present'n make way for th'future, a nomadic eye on th'older times whilst headin' for an uncertain tomorrow...theres a couple o' semi-lengthy suites givin' off th'classical ideas that early prog latched onto, th'popular soundin' light classics that actually hark back to th'beginnin' o' th'20th century with pastorial meets metropolitan vibes, th'urban scene gently eats th' countryside as modern industry marches ever onward, filled early prog with an embroidery that was too fine to last, it had to be replaced by bombast on a purely hellish ELP stance(nothin' intrinsically wrong with ELP bombast when restricted to th' first 4 albums but then it got too stupid for its own good)...th' light classic approach is th'way these cats envisioned it, bein' able to pump up th'sound with modern ampage took th' light outta classics anyway so th'real way to dig prog is most assuredly with bands such as this(unless its jazz prog then another startin' point must be found with jools/brian auger type R&B proggy jazzbo)...th' whole vibe is one o' forward motion, but a motion that is countenanced by caution, probaby caution in th'fact that uncharted territory is bein' explored by new recruits, cadets on th' maiden voyage to th'next plateau where th' watchword is change, further interminglin' o' ideas that will eventually get too complicated to stand up'n prog will lumber under its own unnecessary weight, but now with andromeda we see prog with everythin' to live for, everythin' to aspire to without any pretense, without commercial leanin's...cats who dig th' elias hulk/czar style heavy blooze splat might wish to more than dig this, its th'sophisticated elder cousin(sophisticated bein' in relative useage only), th'cousin with examination papers marked with a pass(only just, but a graduation all th'same),a mild complication o' ideas all brought into line by th'moldin' o' psych learnin' on a substantial blues footin', a groundin' from which to fly, a nest that can supply sustenance'n energy for th' long trip to unknown days...andromeda're most likely better than th'LP shows due to studio conditions, conditions that flumox many cool combos to th'point o' freezein' up,but th'evidence on display can only give testimony to some new creativity, a new spark from th'old rocknroll fire, ashes refurbished with th'strike o' one last match,th'match that relights embers o' lost chords...

2009-04-17T16:38:00.000-07:00

...watch out kids, arrivin' from deep, deep within' th' slime ridden murky depths o' th' psychedelic rock'n'roll basement, comin' slowly up from buried under megatons o' sweet smoke, equiped with gigantor riffs heavier than th'universe 'n almost certainly louder than god...repellent ugly primordial noise from before th'dawns o' time,before th'formation o' solid matter, breakin' through into th' 7th dimension th'worlds collapse from th'immense power o' th'wizard...blastin' inward towards th'centre o' th'cranial matter, a cats gonna get a mad whoosh from bein' exposed to th'poisonous sludge that drips from th'speakers...once again th'commandment from on high is this disk to be played at stun volume or higher...

2009-04-17T15:15:00.001-07:00

...lookin' back into th'hazy-fazy past,back to th'last summer o' th'sixties,through temporal adjusted psychedelic goggles a cat can espy this nifty package o' orchestrated psych-pop-rock...a kinda forgotten participent in th'quo cannon that at th' time o' release this bundle o' fab4 type '67lsd damaged fairytone sound was somewhat outta date for trendworried heads'n to a large degree,civilians who never really came to terms with th'sound outside th'pop chart entrants, but on this album there's some considerably robust playin' that juices up th'tuneage'n make this a sufficiently worthwhile earfull,'n it nearly all stand up in this cynical over exposed age...a barrelful o' excellent production has no doubt helped keep th'sound fresh,'n cats not familiar with this wax will be happily turned on...deservin o' some spintime...

2009-04-17T13:28:00.001-07:00

...who'd have thought,back in th'day that iggy would come to exemplify th'mass media image o' rock'n roll, th'cat th'squares hated with vengeance, surely th'stooges were too avant/outta control for mass consumption, their very image producin' shudders from all lilly livered hippys/FM radio/hit parade magazines, all th'natural enemies o' heavy swill rockin'...now theres gotta be some cats lurkin' out there, livin' in th'twilight shadows, crawlin' through th'back alleys(real or imagined, it dont matter)th' terminal rockin' cats gettin' all hot'n bothered'n draggedout that th'mighty roar o' th'IG'n stooges gettin' turned into radio friendly hard rock with all th'revisionist remasterin' jiggery-pokery thats been happ'nin' in th'last years need only set th'ears no further than this screach powered boot...drums thumpin' in'n out, bass boomin', guitar squealin',feedback shattered, vocals disappearin'n general hectic audience participation make these recordin's a must for early admirers of th'detroit racket...needs to be played th'usual way with this swill; through cans with th'volume on stun...
trx1/6-keil auditorium, st louis may 71
trx7/8-crosley field, cincinnati 70
trx9/10-wamplers lake 68...

2009-04-16T13:20:00.000-07:00

...this lightly tasty confection made up from th' invictus joints ruth cut in th'early 70's sure got a lot o' grooves'n styles hittin' on all 4burners...this hep young miss from merrie olde england got herself hooked up with th'parliamentfunkadelic crew 'n knocked out two funk-folk-gospel-rock platters represented herein...th'simple fact o' seemin'ly coverin' too many styles undoubtedly stopped th'discs from findin' a willin' audience, fallin' between too many stools she slipped through th' cracks in public perception as th'great unwashed would not handle a multi various stew like this, a kaleidoscopic overflow o' assured penship'n musicality...as for th' more tuned in cats,funk heads wouldn't go for the quieter moments, folk fans if there were any left wouldn't know this from a hole in th' ground'n as for th'dolt brained rockers,its gotta be said, one way or another like to put on blinkers when they gotta figure out what it is they might be listenin' to...some nice screachin' guitar from th'delic crew, courtesy o' eddie hazel on some tracks'n a couple o' glimmer twin tunes crop up to finish up th'disc...its a nice trip to long ago when artists were allowed to collide a few styles'n moods, though its pertinent to say that it may be needful to hear more than once before listenin,'n th'racket box turned up for maximum enjoyment...2nd joint is probably th'stronger as th'noise button has been flicked to th'right though both are agreeably fine'n make for some elated late night groovin'...

2009-04-15T13:54:00.000-07:00

...due to th'tirein'schedule th'combo were puttin' in with th'TV show, th'non stop rounds o' publicity th'cats were forced to do to keep th'aforementioned TV show in front o' th'teen consciousness th'fifth biscuit from th'pre-fab4 does have a coupla wack tunes that really shoulda been clipped at th'quality control phase but such things didn't really matter to th'all mighty bean counters at th'record co. when th'all consumin' need to grab bread was upmost o' importance...havin'said that there is some nice psychpop'n a bit o' hep freaky excursion to counter balance any yawns that might crop up, though any'n all monkee aficionados know th'ancient art o' article preferred listenin'...all th'rock snobs 'n normal media squares were still gettin' on their case with unqualified tattle about th' group not playin' on th' disks, as if they were th'only ones in th' pop stratosphere 'guilty' o' such a heinous crime, its suprisin th' platters any good at all...that kinda supercilious jive can ware a cat right down'n no mistake...

2009-04-14T14:45:00.000-07:00

...here's where pbs get picked up by a major 'n take on th' pressures involved in that onerous task known as workin' th'marketplace...toms solution to such wouldbe rigors is a set o' mournful soundin' minstrelsy ensurin' that only th' most dedicated countercultural hepsters will ever bother themselves to pick this wax up...as with all PBS th'more spins a cat gives to th'disc,th' more is released...good sound on this platter which made a change at th'time from th' experimental avant pressin's e.s.p disk liked to get busy with...also some cats may wish to know th'hype sheet that came with this says 'this album is so good th'pearls could become more popular than john lennon'...some rec.co. suit gettin' hopeful in a very unorthodox fashion, calmness was not in th'forefront o' thinkin' that day, though its most likely he hadn't actually heard th' disc or even knew o' whom he was writin', such was th'tenuous need for correct copy write skills apparently...

2009-04-14T14:43:00.000-07:00

...second o' toms wax for a major label 'n this one sees him takin' th' bumkin' express down to nashville where he got some help from th'turned on cats from area code 615 'n others...not noticably country as such'n th' whole shebang is yet another chippa'n fine offerin' from one o' th'standout artists o' yesteryear ...recommended for all who wish to be th'recipient o' a pure groove...

2009-04-14T12:28:00.001-07:00

...temporal 'n geographical pingpong happ'nin' on this slice, what with olde worlde folk mixin' it up with colonial mountain country vibes havin' an equal look in...another bargain bin filler when first on release it has since become a desired item though some johnny-come-lately naysayers seem to get finicky at th'recordin o' some tracks down nashville way but thats their lookout...all a hepcat really needs to know is this is another nifty half hour from tom&co which is welcome as a fresh bong'n thats welcome any time...

2009-04-14T06:55:00.000-07:00

...ah, th'cutout bin, th'second hand deletion bin that so many small disc emporiums used to have tucked away in th'dusty recesses that only busto-crusto heads took notice o', th'broke down hep cats made a bee line for th'aforesaid bin cos therein' laid th'jewels o' long lost fashion, psychedelic overspill that no one seemed to want except th'right thinkin' cats who knew to sort th'wheat from th'chaff...th'beauteous debris o' rock was waitin' to be discovered'n nurtured, th'likes o' WCPAEB/13th floor elevators/silver apples just called out for a friendly open face to gather them up...four decades ago tom rapp/PBS had residence in th' bargain bin 'n then onto hepsters pads for a mere pittance, hence they were th'reefered queit darlin's for many a year until completely fallin' off any 'n every radar for another two plus decades...beautifully stoned 'n tranquil songs just right for late night stoner pads, make up this th'last waxin' under th'PBS name...once heard th'voice o' tom is not forgotten...

2009-04-13T16:09:00.000-07:00

...first o' th'trio slices 'n another goodly batch o' grist
that if th' name hadda been new a few rock 'aficionados' would have given it more houseroom,but times were a'changin' fast in 68,'n more than a few cats had some pressin' urgent things crushin' on their noodle at that juncture such as avoidin' unpleasant vibes in th'nam keepin' th' war machine goin'...th' title is more than apt as a lot o' this biscuit is made up o' trx plundered from sessions up to three years old 'n given a bit o' a dustin'n polish to make 'em fresher...th'usual late band fare is here-2-hear; rockbubblepop/pyschbubble/country papa nes style/davy croonin'n cats should pay some special attention to trx12, whats goin' on with this vibed-out-zone-
drone...also dig th'cover, a nice lift from th' ol' warhola wigster himself ...7 bonus cuts add more goodlyness...

2009-04-13T14:48:00.000-07:00

...givin th'cover a peep 'n its real evident that th' suits at record co. central now (late 69)had little faith in th' once mighty cash cow that was doin' such good business over in th'fantasyland known as monkeeville...that drawin' is whackadoodle jack 'n that cant be denied, also puttin' their names on was real bizarro-world, as if th' kids needed to be reminded,would th'teens forget so soon(probably, but that aint th'question really),th'bean counters couldn't take th'risk so th'names hadda be shown...as always with artist versus commerce its th' leaches at th'company need to be reminded who paid their unearned bonus th' last coupla years'n thats th' straight up truth, aint no mistake jake...anyhow th'grist on th'wax is more than spiffin' with th'band gettin' down with some adventurous pop,with every stripe bein' toted; country, off kilter showbiz, psychcroonin'n some sneaky hip lyrics comin' through th'backdoor abound...last LP with mike'n extra yardage added with some cool bonus tracks make this more than groovy 'n way better than some supercilious taste makers put forth...this is real sweet so give th' ears a treat...

2009-04-13T07:16:00.000-07:00

...well this biscuit marked th'end o' th' line for shenanigans in monkeedom for a few years until they picked up in th'retro market'n took off for immortality...one look at th'cover just about says it all, they've not quite got their backs to each other, but good as, its only a matter o' degree,literally, still any cats out there who know that these two were th'heart 'n soul o' th' band are gonna dig this wax which at th' time o' release was obviously ignored by rock critics'n certainly hippys'n th'dwindlin' pool o' fans let it slide aswell while movin' on to other concerns as th' new decade slowly got underway...released in early 1970 it holds up well against th'pop competition,th' likes o' th' andys, tommys, bubblegums 'n other yankee turn o' decade hit paraders...some r'n'b rockers from mickey 'n some jovial croonin' from davy 'n a touch o' sunshinepop make this a fine listen... take away th' name 'n this would certainly be looked upon with totally different 'n more positive eyes...

2009-04-12T14:50:00.000-07:00

...whether be th'case a cats seen th' flick or not it really makes no nevermind cos this chippa soundtrk makes for good list'nin' on its own 'n works as some kinda avant-collage acidhead thingamajig...when its put up along side so called serious acid rock,potent pysch slabs o' th'first order it stands above most'n that aint no fancy airhead blabber, no ironic statement based on nothin' more than alarmin'ly monstrous fabrication, these monkee cats'n their chums get plenty mileage from lettin' their imagination run free, dartin' hither'n thither with ideas o' liquid continuence...some nifty tunes, all top class extensions o' what originally made th' group such a buzzin' hit with open minds, minds ready to receive somethin' new, to get in th'wind with freeform nonsense (th'fact that most minds were teeny minds don't matter in th' least cos rock snobs'n pretentious hippy swill wished they could express themselves with such sneaky hip grooves that came outta th' idiot box when th'show was airin' back in' th'day)...soundbites pop up'n theres copious extra grist added to prolong th' trip...an extremely nice artifact from when freshness abounded on sunny days...

2009-04-11T15:10:00.001-07:00

...whooah dig it,'n digit long 'n hard cos this outtasite monster slab has gotta be one o' th'alltime future/primitive thuddin' beat rackets ever laid on a cat'n it burst upon the scene in that pivitol '66 year...the sound here is behind/outta/all over time in style yet wayin' front 'n forward lookin' with its attack squadron ferocity...th'way their weapons mesh with retardo/militaristic strummin' banjo that just keeps on 'n on 'n on, th'frenzy of squeaky otherworld keyboards that does place it in th' garage slightly but this aint no kids rockin' out th' best they can, these are pilots o' th'future come to save rocknroll from becomin' stranded as art which was entirely possible given th'year...guitar manglin' that not too many cats have ever come close to, this pure abandoned freeform yet tight noise, once heard never forgotten...oversized tambourines that are relentlessly thumped when needed 'n the drums poundin'n poundin from start to finish...as a whizzo bonus to all this gaggle they were amerikkkan g.i's doin' time in th'land o' th'autobahn keepin' everyone free from communist invasion 'n any cats gettin' to see any footage dig how their audience hardly ever put a peeper on them 'n when they do its quickly sneaked glances as if to stare at these mighty gods could invite vibrations too heavy for normal humans...must be handled with care 'n respect'n it will repay like not too many other slabs could ever think o'matchin'...one o' those rarefied biscuits thats number one in a field o' one,'n thats rare, somethin to treasure in these times of comformity 'n delusion...

2009-04-11T10:54:00.000-07:00

...intellectual heads make a hippie pop/rock wax 'n its totally successful which on paper is astonishin' in itself but once heard it all becomes clear that it wouldn't be anythin' else...these cats maybe workin' in th' more rarefied atmosphere o' th' avant garde but its not th'conscious conceivement o' studious boffs, theres a playfulness that marks it out as different from th'dry analytical works that were prevalent back in th' day(th'use o' th'word prevalent must be taken as relative to th' times as well as th'amount o' ears'n minds that're gonna make any attempt at followin' such practice)...there is no need for layabouts to reach for a slide rule'n graph paper, there is no arithmetic to be solved through tricky manipulation o' logarithm, this is avant-rock o' a decidedly givin' nature...these're tunes with a commercial bent, though o' course th'general citizens would ignore it, played with some electrical instruments o' th'then avant kind,(oscillators/ring modulator bein' just two to mention) 'n th' lyrics deal with society'n all that word may involve'n invoke that repay a few spins...only a few cats have tried this style o'poprock'n this is most likely th'best due to th'fact that it seemed normal to them at th' time, nothin' is forced to make anythin' fit or be consciously weird to attract hippie cred(market niche?) which these cats could care less about...

2009-04-09T03:37:00.000-07:00

...back in th' late six-ohs high up in laurel canyon th'idea o' rekindlin' th'past into new ways o' thinkin' was takin' off, due in no small way to those zimm basement tape tunes floatin' on th'ether around hep pads...this bein' part o' th'hollywood area in geographical location 'n happ'nstance with cowboy programs/propaganda flix/censored news all pourin' into th'civilians vision/mind it seemed th'way back/forward was to graft country(th'sound o' th'enemy/older folks) music onto some folkrock/blooze spillage to bring about a new blue-collar sound that would unite kids'n squares against th'real opposition, th' military machine that was killin' many abroad'n at home...one o' th'first canyon efforts was lindas solo foray away from arty-folk into a roots amalgam o' honkytonk/nashville/rockpop with some fine funky playin' by all concerned...better than many have tried to persuade, this is still a long way from stylish asylum coke tuneage...her waxin's around th' early 70s were a real nice gloop o' honky-rock-country-tonk before that trend homegenized into thin weak blandness 'n finally disappeared into nothin'...

2009-04-09T03:31:00.000-07:00

...there sure is some funky stuff goin' on with this second solo wax, from flat out trailer twang to some funky gospel wailin'...funky galpop sashayin' to hymanal folk, its all well real 'n down with th' groove...squeaky fiddles, tambourines 'n cowbell all add to th' flavour makin' this a much better LP than a lotta cats were once willin' to admit...even th' covers gotta be one o' th' funkiest 'n thats th' plain truth, sho' is funky...

2009-04-08T15:17:00.000-07:00

...if'n a cat aint got no wax by this combo,(there might be a few) a good place to pick up th' youngblood groove is right here...bein' a goodly snootful from th' first 3disks(67/69) its fulla folkrock/r'nb/goodtime/jazz jams just right for kickin' th' gong 'round on those lazy afternoons when somethin' mellow but solid is needed...over 'n hours hep vibrations 'n not one dud note 'n thats a excellent thing right'nuff...

2009-04-08T14:38:00.000-07:00

...exploito wax made up o' leftovers/studio tryouts'n a steppin' stone from th'poneys to lindas solo gig...3 buckley tunes/nesmith/nyro covers'n some artfolk/sitar damage...nice addition to th'folk/countryrock groove that grew up'n 'round hollywood/laurel canyon back in th'day...

2009-04-08T14:29:00.000-07:00

...proper nice distillation o' th'three long players gives a tight'n concise blast o' top class acid rock blare from these detroit long hairs...some o' th'best mind meltin' guitar noise from any six-oh combo is present on th'whole disk'n some funky soulful keyboard work makin' this a must hear relic o' yesteryear...perfect example o' garage band makin' th'transition to full blown heavy psych rock...powerful'n punchy, one o' th'best yanquee rock ensembles ever, 'n as a plus, not that one is needed but th'IG himself thought they were far better than any other detroit band in that era...

2009-04-08T10:20:00.000-07:00

...really great LP from th' thunderclaps with some noticeable pete townshend stylistic doodles(speedy keen th'writer was a who roadie for a while)that dont come across too annoyin'ly, its just a part o' th'west london family o' rockers...nice guitar here'n there with th'added bonus o' some super pub style piano that sets this album apart from most other efforts o' 1970...worth a few spins when th'mood takes for somethin' familiar yet slightly different...

2009-04-07T13:41:00.000-07:00

...this second poneys wax is a dead cert for bein' produced by andy loog in another universe, parallel or otherways...harpsichords agogo, in a very tasty way...funky hep chamber-music for spring evenin's in long gone days when such things were possible...some good artpop use o' sixty-stereo-arrangements'n muted orchestral vibes help move into pop-ballads a coupla times 'n th'2-part title song is a beautiful trancy-beatnik folk floater, well eastern 'n hepcity for '67... (on collector/seller lists(without th' known involvement o' linda) this would be overhyped-otherworldy- psychedelic but that well may be th' case in this instance, such is th' righteous groove this imparts)...th' pop hit on th'citizen charts with different drum marked th'destiny for these baskethouse folkies 'n popstardom came to one o' em sometime later, but effectively puttin' paid to any real hep art-pop-double-wax these cats coulda had...very nice 'n widely unheard due to its future destiny, 1year after release,with th' cutout bin, 'n coz its th' way o' th'order, brokedown hepcats with a peeper on what coulda been in that parallel universe get to hear it'n all is as it should be...th' topsy turvey hope'n substance meets th'manisfestation for all who beleive, well formed grist that repays forever 'n dont disappoint in stormy weather...

2009-04-05T14:41:00.000-07:00

...th'biffertys one'n only LP is a magnificent piece o' art pop recorded durin' th'last months o' 1967 but not released until th'followin' summer when th'style o' clever whimsy was fallin' outta style with th' hippys, th'fashion was for heavier blooze jammin', interminable boogie was th' new upcomin' thing...all th'tracks have something to recommend them, be it unusual changes,prepared piano noise, or just all round good sound/songs...some o' these tunes come somewhere near to early prog vignettes, leavin' th' 67 summer psych excesses in th'dust, this aint no airy fairy cream tea sike by a long chalk, theres much solid groundin' here, a fine effort that could have stood as a base for more expansive work...this is a double cd offerin' includin' singles/bbc sessions/plus their outin' as heavy jelly producin' th' mildly famous eight minute single that got them some exposure in th' music press...all in all a fabulous groove that today stands up well, much better than a lot o' stuff from that kaftan encrusted era...

2009-04-04T05:42:00.000-07:00

...bein' th'folky first biscuit from this laurel canyon combo, in th'tradition o' th'early six-oh folk revival before th'hallucinogenic drugs took hold'n changed th'rules o'writin' forever...less pop than th'mamasnpapas but less folk than judy collins they existed in a world not loved by AMradio'n too quiet for th'psychedelic dungeons that were startin' to spring up...could well be taken as one o' th'last vestiges o' th' beatnik genre, before it transformed into th'hippy mold'n out into th'square world where th'unwashed picked up th'worst aspects o' freedom'n ruined th'whole groove...

2009-04-04T05:02:00.000-07:00

...layabouts who've got themselves some grooves off th' bobby beausoleil boot that came down th'pike some time back will need to get hold o' this disk cos it completes th'picture somewhat as to how this combo managed to weave dronin' eastern jams into ballroom audiences collective psyche...this is a bit on th' ruff'n ready side with th' thing startin' with some cat puttin th'needle down so right away th' whole TMoQ/rubbadubba era rock elicit list'nin' comes floodin' back...well cool glimpse o' one o' th' 'more forgotten frisco acid jammers...

2009-04-04T04:48:00.000-07:00

...th' four trx here were released as th'bonus disk on bobs lucifer risin' soundtrk some time back 'n it's been rebooted under its own steam...th' first two cuts are with th'orkustra'n are good examples o' ballroom freakrock but th'downside is they only last 6/7minutes...much better is th'next halfhour jam from th'magic powerhouse o'oz taped in th'media summer o' love 'n show some forward thinkin' psycho-ballroom trance blare with heavy jazz squawk weavin' around, not new as such but theres hardly a trace o' rnb in th' mix 'n that was new coz classical euro thinkin' was in th'ascendancy with avant thinkers in th'60s...th'fact o' th'matter is that this is pretty much out front'n in th'lead when it comes to th'frisco acid bands, if'n they coulda stayed together they'd be seen as early jazzrock fusion cats pioneerin' new space jammin' underground noise...last trk is th' freedom orchestra made up from cats stranded up th' river in th' joint 'n shows bobs music still in th' heavy frisco jam style but movin' on developin' th'ideas with electronics 'n some krautrock structures(which in themselves originally were a warped reflection/reaction to ballroom/jazz jams)...a nice quick cash in tour o' ten years o' bobbys ideas in th' music world 'n clearly shows if'n he hadn't got involved in extra-curricular activity he'd come to prominence as a fusion cat,though that line o' endeavour may have watered down his ideas as evidenced by most o' th'other jazzbos corrupted through industry machinations 'n th' like that went down in th'later seventies 'n on to present day...

2009-04-04T04:42:00.000-07:00

...1965'n th'folk revival had just about run its course what with th'fab4 tearin' up th'rule book'n bob zimmerman gettin' busy fryin' his circuits'n spreadin' th'new plugged in far out rock poetry that will have th'newly emergin' hippy nation flippin' its collective lid...released in that same year was judys second effort that shows she had th'potential to get as well known as joan baez/judy collins given th'chance, great vocal style used to sing country blues with effectual jazzy backin'...earlier she'd hung round greenwich village'n made th'scene at folk festivals'n travelled to england where she was warmly received but she kinda abandoned folkyness'n in th'early 70s got together th'long forgotten 60,000,000 buffalo that put out a long player'n promptly disappeared...cats who dig th'more funky'n real folkies like karen dalton'n fred neil will get a cool buzz from this outstandin package o' goodness...

2009-04-03T13:44:00.000-07:00

...th'scene is thus; its september 76'n th'clash're third on th'bill to crazy cavan rhythm rockers'n kursaal flyers at th'roundhouse in ol'london towne...th'kursaals have picked up a bit o' a student/pub rock followin' in th'past coupla years'n crazy cavan have a staunch ted followin'n th'clash aint got no cats checkin' them out so they just explode in rage'n anger at th'complacency o' things...joe berates th'audience more than once tellin' them to shake off th'post hippy lethargy that is still hangin' in th'air all these years later...great historical document luckily booted for all to hear'n catch th'vibes from th'nascent punk scene that would soon envelope th'hep planet'n beyond out into squaresville...this is also worthwhile for it displays th'very early 5 piece combo before th'art-school influences overtake them with spray paint'n slogans'n they slim down to a more manageable attack force...

2009-04-03T12:05:00.001-07:00

...this boot marks th'end o'bobs world tour in th'spring o' 66, recorded at th'royal albert hall in london 26/7th may'n sees bob'n th'band exhausted after months o' chemical indulgence,minds bein' rewired to th'limit,th'nervous system taken to extremes with amphetamines'n visions unseen for centuries appear when in th'midst o' communal hotel room acid trips...by this time th'first half o' th'year was but a blur, a hazy memory o' towns'n cities scattered along th'lost'n never endin' hi-way o' th'imagination...this tour had turned into some kinda shamanic exercise, each day bringin' new plateaus o' weirdness, each higher than th'last, until it was too hard to know where th'beginnin' ended'n th'end began,th'ripples o'madness were ever widenin', engulfin' everythin' in sight, th'tour became more wobbly, th'floors on which existance stood was disappearin' from under their feet,th'fabric o' reality,torn into many hundreds o' pieces would never again be th'same, th'jigsaw o' life would never fit together easily anymore, th'shapes had been remodeled'n th'picture was now so very different...travellin' high above th'radar, journeyin' ever onwards through th'dark midnight, goin' spaceways to th'centre o' th'mind, th'zimm finally touched down in london towne for two sold out gigs, tickets goin' to every beatnik with th'bread, to every would be college poet'n a few with enough sense to sneak tape recorders in...both these disks come originally from vinyl sources'n as such have th'attendant scratch'n pops,but th'grail in th'grooves far outweighs any surface noise concerns...th'sound is surpisin'ly full (coupla dropouts notwithstandin)'n dylan comes right out into th'room,reachin' out across th'decades to touch th'list'ner once more with th'ghosts o' electricty...

2009-04-03T06:30:00.000-07:00

...it goes without sayin' that outside his endevours with jeff beck/th'faces,rods early solo joints're th'best work he's done'n by smiler things're gettin' fairly mundane though still list'nable(its all a matter o'degree'n tolerance threshold for whoevers givin' this gear an earful)...th'first wax were fulla funky folky rockin' grooves with rod shoutin' his R&B croak over th'top givin' th'disks a swagger that was lost as th'70s wore on but these initial outin's were urban folkrock for a new generation o'clubbers lookin' for th'real deal....boozed up swashbucklin' with a tremendous cavalier attitude to diction give these rod jams th'urgent singular vibe that caught on with underground heads aswell as th'great unwashed who gave him some chart success...this hit record status over th'next few years into th'mid 70s'n beyond unfortunately turned rod into a capitalist puppet churnin' out bad disco'n ruinin' his reputation as 'one o' th'lads' that had endeared him to so many in th'earlier days...but for now its just time to get on board'n take th'tracks to where th'good times endlessly flow from wine'n reefer'n a decent song, th'cafe hooligan entwines with th'late night vines, chipper as it should be...

2009-04-03T05:58:00.000-07:00

...rod th'mod,th'small faces(minus steve)with woody equals one hotcha rockin' combo frothin' with good vibes'n imbibes comin' on strong in santa monica late 1970...fashioned in threads from th'west london boutiques, showin' off their velvet funky finery they get down to th' order o' th'night, throwin' out R&B shoutin'n slide guitar moans laid over some reefered beer soaked country soul-rockin'...this will bring good cheer to embolden th'wine soaked spirit o' cats ready to succumb to th'new fundaments o' th'grooved up barroom rover...these cats got totally into th'GET BACK grooves that were goin' on with th'fab4/stones/humble pie, a return to no gimmics rockin', all th'psychedelic embroidery o' th'last coupla years had been striped away by bob'n th'band at th'big pink basement'n with th'fabs lookin' in a more roots direction in a last ditch attempt to stay together th'faces got right into this 'new' loose jammin' takin' cats back to th'earlier club days but in less dance regulated form...minglin' folk/blues/rock'n roll into a beery singalong th'faces caught on fast with live audiences out for a cool rockin' time'n this boot comes straight from an original TMoQ vinyl complete with some light wear'n tear as befittin' a biscuit that has supplied many beer'n bong late evenin' sessions with a funky soundtrk...dig th'ol'london towne blooz as it ventured westward once more to spread th'message o'theres good rockin tonight...

2009-04-02T13:03:00.000-07:00

...this manchester gig that was for so long misrepresented as th'albert hall 26/05 gig has been put out by officialdom'n that surely was a welcome day but theres plenty to recommend with this double boot, not least bein' that it didn't generate more revenue for th'capitalist state in th'form o' tax to be wasted by th'least qualified to do such things...th'presence on this version is seemin'ly more upfront,th'list'ner is closer to th'amped up bard o' th'rock generation,th'zimm is gettin' mighty close on these disks...th'tension on th'second disk is felt more than on th'official release,no doubt some conscious tamperin' by bean counter lackys comes into play as is often th'way these days when homogeneity is rife, blandness is th'panacea for what ails th'world...this must be seen as th'real version,th''counter culture' o' th'60s is takin' form right here on this night'n is dispensed once more on this disk,a gateway to another time,when discovery was th'watchword,'n a lotta squares discovered they didn't like this noisy zimm, this outta control psychedelic avenger who was inventin' th'future in th'NOW...desolation row was a real place/feelin' in manchester for more than one night, th'decayin' city was passed its prime,'n th'weirdness was in th'air as despondency breeds madness in many forms...quite fittin' that th'RAH gig was not this performance cos th'out-to-lunchness here comes not from a swingin' capitol city but a forgotten city, where real culture lives or dies,not dictated by whim o' fashion or whatever th'system has for its latest sale...

2009-04-01T13:59:00.000-07:00

...dig this for some synchronicity that ain't standin' in no garden o' eden nor in th'devils hole with a dune buggy parkin' lot'n some drag racin' circuit for th' apocalypse, this is produced by gregg jakobson who spent more than reasonable time at th' manson family enclave soakin' up th'revolutionary vibe that was happ'nin' at th'forward thinkin'end o' th'free(dom) movement,th'radical product o' TEEVEE generated radiation corporate product...after gregg had th'end period on charlies hopes for laurel canyon poet incarnate ideas he turned his attentions to another wordsmith o' hippydom'n got busy producin' norman who had an unexpected flip out smash around th' planet with this LPs title track...theres alot o' groovy right-on feelin' on this platter that is th'reflection o' early family commune, full o' fun'n lost psychedelic vibes that can spread across th' dusty cortex givin' life where th'society pressures had put th' kibosh on th'mansion o' humanity...th'fact that this album sounds better today than it did back in th'day is some kinda bewilderin' reversal for th'conspiracy theorists to get a bead on; is this th'commercial end o' san-fran micro bus wanderin', is this th'new jesus papers that was goin' in charlies direction, him bein' looked upon as th'new messiah by th' lonely daughters o' mediocrity, th'destroyed offspring o' society who took th'smilin' advantages o'th'hippy mindset that spread to receptive synapses...is it even fair to lump greenbaum into th' ever spreadin' netherworld o' reverse collapse that th' leadin' lights o' capitalism seem to ignore, will th'new incumbent o' th' white house ignore th' callin' from yesterday that is shoutin' louder than th'big bang, should normans disk be mandatory list'nin' for all unbeleivers who beleive in th' unbelievability o' believin'(whats goin' on here, is this real)...this disk is cooler than it should may seem, th' groove slips in th' back door o' todays nasty corrupt ensiezure that masquerades as society, get a cool buzz with th'cat from th' chicken farm, th'farm that charlie coulda had, but th'gods had other plans for th'courier o' th' truth...

2009-04-01T08:59:00.000-07:00

...this is a real gas,complete cool grooves from a coupla days back in june '65...here we get to drop in on bob'n th'crew hangin' out kickin' th'gong around workin' on a few tunes under th'stoned guidance o' producer tom wilson who is heard helpin' th'session along, makin' sure th'groove is ridden,honin' th'vibe,coppin' th'riff...th'first half is from june 15'n th'cats're workin' on some jams(it takes a lot to laugh/barbed wire fence/rollin' stone),total funky rockin' groove with hep reefer poetry all shot through with th'amphetamine rush that would enable th'sounds to be sharp'n piercin', hittin' th'spot,turnin' th'underground on'n make th'scene...most o' these type session boots get a bit over crammed with tedious repitition,bad sound'n general lack o' pacin'(beach boys're victims o' over zealous fans needin' everything'n gettin tired in th'process o' listenin',th'whole experience becomes a chore'n devalues th'effort made)but this is just right,none o' th'three tunes outstays its welcome'n th'fragments o' rollin'stone're not frustratin' in th'least,it all hangs in th'air, emanatin' slowly,spreadin' th'hep beatnik vibe...its an audio camera showin' snapshots from th'times that were really changin',th'past was another country fast fadin' into its own mediocrity...th'second half comes from th'next day where rollin'stone is worked on seemin'ly all night gettin' well wired'n spacey,orbitin' from ever higher planes o'existance...th'electric bohemian stands at th'door with a key that can unlock existential disturbances that any cat with th' right inclination will luxuriate into,opulant delusions that will enrich th'day...

2009-03-30T14:47:00.000-07:00

...here we are in 2006 with charles givin' out some insightful abstractions from th'olde world inky ticker-type tape that flows through his ever alive ever movin' mind banks, th'flickerin' inner screens o' mansons imagination're always on, they never sleeps, th'batteries're on fully charged 24 hours a day...pollution is uppermost on charlies list o' wrong doin's th' boss-man's gonna have to pay for, th' squares have just got to stop runnin' around like headless chickens destroyin' everythin' that gets in th' way o' their TEEVEE regulated existence'n listen to th'sound o' th' truth, th'truth from on high, th'truth that aint gonna go away...mansons very passionate about th'state o' things, th'ruination o' nature for profit'n gain, he's not happy about th' corporate filth that're screwin' up th' planet for pure unadulterated greed...indeed chas is heavily buggin' about th'way its all goin' downhill at an alarmin'ly rapid rate that aint gonna slow up until th' brakes're slammed fully into action...it seems a cats gotta get back to an earlier time or lest tomorrow is eternally lost, gone forever in a strangulated haze o' gasoline fumes'n cleanin' products...

2009-03-28T08:08:00.000-07:00

...teeterin' on th' brink o' uncertainty, sleepers lurch into th'crash'n burn punk fury o'77 with retarded bowieisms from th' psychiatric ward at some long forgotten outpost o' th'terminal zone...slowly smoulderin' fuses o' bad drug powders, over doses o' seconals'n cheap beer,keep this in th'hypnotic dreamscapes from a yet to come cemetery o' zombies destined to wander aimless in th'ethereal other world...its th'thin white dukes punk'd-out shadow at th'back alley lounge, fulla junkie haze'n rejected alcoholic shamblers spinnin' stories o' high improvable impossibilities'n down right untruths...a definitely unsteady pulse keeps pluggin' away with a constant willin' to get to a designated end, to keep on th'right path, never stray to far from th' pure essence o' cool deranged rockin', a kinda less bad tempered flipper,less aggravation than flipper gave out...this cd bein' a compilation o' their oeuvre in chronological order theres a discernible progression o' ideas,(maybe in some minds not for th' better but not as bad as some combos pretense o' movin' forward, theres still a drugged looseness spewin' forth)even reachin' into an ash ra temple cyclic repetitive groove with some joy division weariness headin' to th' werewolf castle o' pre-gothyness(san francisco post hippypunk goth, not northern england grey satanic mills style angst)...whilst pushin' th'then boundaries o' accepted underground stylin's, sleepers keep th' sludge blooze o' earlier combos such as blue cheer'n mount rushmore alive albeit in a wildly differin' form...

2009-03-27T14:06:00.000-07:00

...scratch-o-phobes may wish to up th'medicine dose for this ancient vinyl cos there is a fair few pops givin' it th'authentic feel, an extra tiple or two should see th'pony over th'hill'n into th'valley though cos once a cats got used to th'older list'nin' experience its all hands on deck for a trip to th'west coast early seventies landscape with jack traylors steelwind, a late hippy aggregation whose sole LP was full o' ecological/political commentary all rolled up in sweet jefferson starplane wrappers...it kinda takes a few spins to wring th'juice outta this slab cos th'whole groove is mellow, but not soporific, just flowin' down stream from th' mountains to th'(polluted)sea where oil slicks'n radiated gunk slip by as business gets rid o' th'evidence...not th'greatest platter to emerge but a welcome earfull none th'less, a worthy effort that deserves its place in th'west coast pantheon...

2009-03-26T14:58:00.000-07:00

...charlie bein' th' radical free thinker that he is finds that its necessary for th' guardians o' morality to keep him under lock'n key lest th' truths he beholds run amok over th' land'n th' business world finds itself strung up with no means o' exploitin' cash outta th' poor'n needy...bein' uncle sams #1 political prisoner is a heavy responsibility'n charlie puts in a 24/7 work detail, answerin' mail'n takin'/makin' phone calls'n selectin' cats off th' visitin' list he might find interestin'(charlie has th' most correspondence in th' entire yanquee lock up system/most visitin' requests etc, man, its a hard slog but if'n any cats got th' stamina its charlie, livin' free'n easy in his mind, rollin' down hills on horseback'n ridin' dune buggys across th' deserts, speedin' along th' hi-way o' creation, keepin' an eye on th' horsemen o' th' apocalypse)...without th'aid o' special effects'n modern technology gizmos chas is able to be anywhere on th'planet at any given moment, time'n space hold no boundaries for manson, th'physical plane is just an illusion, a trick o' th'light that holds th'great unwashed mesmerized'n hence standin' still but always movin' busy goin' nowhere,yet charlie whilst apparently caged is everywhere,bein' all things to all men, a super star to lonely forgotten teenagers, a demon who haunts th'capitalist dream from th'hollywood hills to th' white house, a sure-fire ratein's grabber for th' TEE VEE moguls, a self perpetuatin' industry that just keeps on rollin', spreadin' out further'n further...this wax taped in th'90s is a few missives from th' philosophical vaults that're stashed securely in th' recesses o' mansons mind, deep from within th' soul charlie free-styles some poetry, goes off on a coupla rants'n tangents out into who knows where, spinnin' around then facin' forward ready to start again chas meanders in'n out, weavin'n bobbin' truths'n realities into th'NOW...reflectin' back at th'system with 'no sense makes sense' charlie walks it like he talks it down th'hallways o' always, comin' from th' light into th'light chas has somehow become th' light itself, a charlatan gangster to sooth sayer,hillbilly rebel car thief to defender o' th' faith,th'father kicks it around for all to hear, signalin' knowledge with irregular parables from th'devils hole, th'very earth speaks from charlie, he channels th'planets fear down th' electric phone wire'n into th'ether...

2009-03-25T15:12:00.000-07:00

...1980s prison recordin' from charles is a right-on slab o' heavy disturbed back alley blues, th'like o' which dont get seen/heard too often in this air conditioned fluffy bunny age...it would be appropriate to call this work desperate man blooze, no other terminology comes near but it'd be wrong to think that ol' chas is in any way desperate, th'world around is desperate, desperate to know where its goin', desperate in some ways to know where its been with all th' hurly burly back stabbin' th' squares engender for each other...charlies got it all worked out from beginnin' to th'eventual conclusion, its all goin' th' way charlie goes, from here to there'n onward toward whever it might be...this wax sees charlie connectin' th' preceedin' 50 years up into one heavy blast o' backwoods loner stoner trance folk, introspective meanderin's form th' singular mind o' th' last prophet o' th' psychedelic age...on th'surface manson may seem a little off th'beam but th' more a cat looks into this 'nightmare' world th' visions're often near to th' centre o' th' universal thought patterns, th'essence flowin' somehow uphill to higher workin's...in another parallel trajectory he'd have been president/chairman o' th'board with all his con-man-shoot-from-th'hip-bandido-thinkin' but as it is th'revolution took a side track up bread scramble alley...th'ambience o' th'cell makes for some intense pressure givin' th'air a cloudy feel with all th'outside noise breakin' through, th'interminable din o' th' timeless time stretched day but charlie dont get bugged by th' outside cos they're only there if he wants them to be otherwise its charlies dream with all others just passin' by, not even sure they exist if charlie dont want them to...this was a one sided affair with th' B side bein' an etchin' o' one mansons drawins,also in th'package,a photo copy each o' squeaky/sandy with words from th'father plus a badge, rock'n roll from th'bad side o' town, from th'outlaw place, th'wayward territory beyond order...

2009-03-24T08:15:00.000-07:00

...most cats when they hear th'word glastonbury just pretend they didn't catch it cos these days th'old glasto scene is one big crowded overpriced holiday camp for th'credit card squares out lookin' for some 'spiritual' knees up'n nothin' more, a constituent shuck'n jive thats serves no purpose beyond th'cash grab...back in th'day this was not th' case, th'first coupla gatherin's were a cool groove with just th'right amount o' stray hippys to make it all a peaceful sunny vibe with no bread head squabbles, just a few spliffs'n a tab o' orange to blast th' day in mellow tones...this triple wax offerin' was put out in 72 by radio geronimo(revelations records) to help recoup a bit o' scratch for later happ'nin's, with contributions from th'dead/brinsley schwartz/pete townshend/marc bloan/bowie/skin alley/hawkwind/ all offerin'sound NOT recorded at th'fest, but else where...mighty baby/gong/fairies/edgar broughton DO offer tracks recorded at th'fest though th'whole joint hangs with nice subtle glue to keep a cat buzzin' for a coupla hours...th'original packagin' was a trip to behold with th'cover openin' out to be extra sized,big enough to hold a cats personal festy without leavin' th'room, a giant poster plus, all housed in a nice poly bag with underground comic style graphix...an excellent journey to th'past, when th'world was young'n all was pointin' up for right thinkin' cats with their head in th'smoke o' ancient wisdom...

2009-03-22T12:32:00.000-07:00

...th'ambience o' th'room,th'ambience o' th'moment when all was pulled back from th' brink, th' near losin' o' th'moment, pig oppression versus free expression, when T.O.P.Y had th' forces o' law'n order givin' out with th'heavy handed forces o' unappointed power, leavin' th'tapestry o' life with more frayin' edges...recorded 23rd april 1988 in london(uk), back when maybe rock'n roll/cults/hippys were still dangerous to th' well bein' o' th' state, still dangerous to business cos th'pig did their utmost to stop this gatherin to take place (as if a few hippy cats talkin' wide eyed would ruin th'stock market but economics is a feather light concept that sometimes will only stand up when sellin' pornography'n unfeasibly addictive drugs to th'cats that can only be
least capable o' takin' th'deviant concept to full fruition)...gather into th'surroundin's that give a coverin'to th'free cats who live by th'outlaw rule that demands upmost adherence to th'real truth that can only th'original thinker can adhere to, a garden o' light that must by definition be invisble to th' unwashed ones,th'ninety nine plus percent that don't deserve anythin' that dont happen when it aint comin' down from th'supreme clown, th'all seein' sage from th'ancient ones, th'guardians o'inner spirit...when th' unspoken ones surround th'central mind o' good karma there is one way to escape for as long as it takes'n thats to get a buzz down th'warehouse o' dreams,th'dream that comes from th'willin' mind to hop th'train that goes by th' spur route, th' route to deserts that come from an excess o' feedin' on th'teat o' capitalistic degradation...as th'word from on high disciplines th'hallways o' always will prevail until th'submission to th'void is o' infinite importance free th' mind NOW otherwise its hormone growth from th'cattle o' slaughter troughs in places near to where its too close...THINK BEFORE YA SINK...

2009-03-19T11:39:00.000-07:00

...released last century in th' mid nineties, this is a fairly good look at some o' th'psyched out noise mongers who were threatenin' japanese calm'n honor, throwin' up a maelstrom o' ugly racket full o' bad drug attitude'n scrapin' skronk...combos like th' space streaklings/musica transonica/boredoms/ruins/ground zero/masahi batoh/high rise all come together to blast th'sedatory cobwebs from all cats that maybe were loosin' faith with th'rock'n roll vibe, spillin' nasty acid damaged splatter across th' grooves'n into waitin'ears...rippin' up th'acid rock text book'n replacin' th' pages with a new kinda twisted dementia, slippin'n slidin' down dark unknown corridors where th'keepers o' secrets lie in wait to take unsuspectin' souls into th' realms o' velvet black light...speakin' in tongues, these far east monsters command attention from lesser mortals who can only stand in awe'n offer up their very bein' to th' new gods from th' LSD temple...heavy piles o' putrid trash that over two hours o' mind bendin' sickness will cure all ills if taken in th' right doseage at th' witchin' hour o' 13 o'clock(gmt)...

2009-03-17T06:02:00.000-07:00

...double disk o' trippy doodles, guaranteed to flip all cats into th' next dimension with th' total wigginess thats emanatin' in fine style, wobbly'n meltin' into th' ether...grab ahold o' a magic carpet ride through th' gateways o' time to behold mysterious sights'n wonderments...groove down th' mystic highways'n byways, long forgotten by most o' modern humanity to th'place where it all begins, th'source from which ancient vibes radiate their heavy spillage...angus'n friends(inc.tony conrad/john cale) give forth with th'clang'n bang that allow imagination to roam th'deserts, replentished oasis from which th'eternal life springs gush with th'concentratin' power...beatnik poetry that offers new insights into th'universe, differin' ways o' lookin'n thinkin', a thousand years o' language waitin' to reveal their truths, unlockin' th' mysteries from dusty chambers, sweepin' th'fragments into a new whole...unlock th'stars from th'deep space o' timeless nothin',slippin' through th'keyhole to th'wakin'dawn that awaits th'seeker, th'liquid flames offer recompence for th' icy souls that dwell in th'houses o' penniless conformity, catch th'train for th'ticketless ride to th'outer limits, beyond th' imposed boundaries o' a corrupt'n bankrupt society...transcripts from th'gone world, shock waves from flip city edge their way forward ensnarein' th'adventurous ears with floatations in th'calmin' seas, swimmin' in hallucinogenic moonlight...as with all th'maclise disks that have oozed forth into th'atmosphere its a hep gaggle o' beauteous marvels thats needs to be fed into a cats organic wirin' as soon as th'times decree...

2009-03-15T12:16:00.000-07:00

...very nice box set o' live velvetness recorded november/december 69 in san francisco at th'avalon ballroom/matrix(plus a goodly workout on 'sister ray' from st.louis )by robert quine, later to be a voidoid for richard hell,on his newly aquired portable tape machine...its th'usual meanderin' choogle o' low slung back alley damage th'velvets were puttin' down at th'end their tenure in th'rock business, lou is polite'n friendly with th'frisco floweroids, tellin' them what songs're about'n such like,givin' out with th'NYC amphetamine sleaze (disk 2 has a near 40 minute jam on sister ray)'n wasted decadence o' edie sedgewick...list'nin' to late era velvets gives an air o' motionless spirituality, outside time with all constaints'n period shackles removed leavin' an eternal oneness with NOW, th'on goin' feelin' thats its happ'nin for th' first time even though physically they were windin' down from high intensity avant jammin' from earlier times...th'sound quality is on th'scuzzy side which as long time velvet heads know, thats really th'only way to dig them, they're hidden behind th' gauze that society puts up to keep th' truth from bein' known, th' velvets all powerful presence seeps through th' muffle barrier imposed by technology to expose th' reality o' urban livin'...

2009-03-13T15:49:00.000-07:00

...this buncha reefered out berkeley politico beatnix managed one wax in their short existence from mid71/72 'n they got kinda lucky in hookin' up with marty who was hangin' loose after bailin' from th'plane to get away from th' ego problems some were havin'...they got signed with a major on th'strength o' martys rep cos said rec.co. wanted th'singer for themselves, but all this shenanigans dont detract from this bein' a fair 'n goodly slice o' early seven oh funky hippie bluesrock with some nice grooves 'n a chippa vibe emanatin' about its presence...some late anti-establishment lyrics add to th' vibe...real nice effort...

...after seducin' th' grootna biscuit marty got back th'urge to do some singin' so he got this new combo together with a coupla cats from th'groots'n a coupla others who were hangin' busy doin' nothin' 'n what happened was a total good blast o' funky hippy R&B...its no real hype to say this is martys finest hour, way better than anythin' done after 'n some debate might be in order (but not right now) as to whether it beats his plane gear cos here we got a solid hep groove goin' 'n no distractions, just way cool tunes with excellent vocal 'n some loose playin' from all concerned...good sound on both these disks add a little more...

2009-03-11T15:20:00.000-07:00

...more tranced out weird beard freakiness from th' maclise cupboard o' inter transportation devices, again more dronin' organ blasts'n electronic noodle ooodles to put bubbles in th'karmic soup bowl...gettin' busy with th' cyclic doomy organ rotations angus propels a cat into th'enlightenin' beams that lurk at th'end o' ancient tunnels,enablin' contact with superior forces, reachin' out to th' higher bein's...sometimes electronic doodles oodle into th' noodle ticklin' th'synape with karmic feathers, strokin' delicate but stutterin' fingers across th'blankets that cover consciousness, pullin' back th'security o' known worlds...drummin' to th'infinite ones, th'all seein' bein' who command th'HEP world, th'kings o' th'back alley beatnix,th'floaters on th'never endin' voyage o' th'infinte nano second that determines th'NOWness o'NOW...cats sittin' in th'crossed legged position, cozyin'up to th'egoless oblivion will dig th'vibrations o' forward motion whilst in th'stationery predisposition, givin' th'concentric th'advantageous start to willin' correspondence with th' elders from eternal dreams...

2009-03-10T16:04:00.000-07:00

...boyds first LP recorded sometime durin'75 'n released in some small quantity like 85 disks in plain black sleeve that was designed to be played at 16/33/45/78(cats with th'adventurous/mischievous ear could always mess with th' speeds durin' list'nin' process therefore allowin' for even more annoyance/fun)...made up o' treated loops 'n fragments o' parts o' old records this is avant garde more than anythin' 'n doesn't approach th' constraints o' rockmusic (specially th'mid seventies variety)...if it hadn't been for his association with throbbing gristle 'n re/search magazine its fairly safe to say that he would not have achieved fame 'n infamy on a worldwide underground level for his noise/philosophy...as bein' th'disk that kicked off a thirty('n countin')year career its possibly th'purest distillation o' his art which seems to be that o' freein' th'mind'n will 'n th' drones 'n trance that appear here certainly can be mindalterin' in 'n organic psychedelic way...

2009-03-10T15:53:00.001-07:00

...th'beast is indeed back'n rockin' in that patented blue cheer way that all layabouts o' a certain inclination know'n love'n have dug for many a year...unlike a lotta combos that keep on chuggin' along/reform periodically these cheer cats know that th'job o'gettin' 'outta focus' a serious undertakin'n should only be attempted by solid stoners on a mission...obviously after all this time, over 40years th' playin' has gotten more precise'n refined but th'urgent'n insistent cheer groove that was present on th'first 3 LPs is still in place(unlike those 80's wax that didn't really meet th' required standard demanded from anythin' remotely connected to th' cheerian name)...bad trip guitar screech'n seismic thuds creep'n crawl over an hours worth o'da-blooz, gospel'n stoner swill which enhances a heavy bong hit to gonesville every time its spun...

2009-03-09T04:12:00.000-07:00

...by th' time this LP was taped th'massed freak rock bongo spliff-outs were becomin' a thing from th' past...a much more pastoral folk groove is gettin' down here with some acoustic strummin' on th' first trk soundin' like floyds 'set th' controls...' 'n some nods to west coast acid chooglin' dead style're in evidence...layabouts familiar with siloahs brand o' acoustic trancey k-rock will vaguely know what to expect though th' fake ethnicisms aren't present with th'duul...actually recorded as a genuine commercial release as th' kraut vibe spread across th' head planet, though naturally it sold zilch 'n so rec.co. interest shrunk from hesitant to infinitely non existant...from this moment on any music th' combo got involved in only revolved round their promotion o' th' commune 'n not to line business suit pockets...

2009-03-09T04:01:00.000-07:00

...down down deeper'n down, further into th' jams that make up most o' their output... this is th' third waxin' 'n it was a double-disk-blowout...uppin' th' communal quotient a few notches to counteract th' forces o' oppression, th'spliffin'n riffin' just keeps agoin' 'n when it does seem to slow down it picks up again cos these cats were on a mission to save all right thinkin' hepsters from fallin' prey to capitalist coca-cola indoctrination that was rife in th'homeland...as an aside there are a coupla times when a pop tune they've purloined from th'ether creeps through but th' jams soon win out...one o' th' great platters o'splatta...good for th' head, heart 'n soul...

2009-02-28T08:06:00.000-08:00

...right from th'get-go a cat knows what gonna happen with this wax, its off kilter rockin' in th' stooge way, th' only way, th'way thats trod only by fools'n angels, th'road to complete oblivian o' th'senses, cleanin' th'synapes o' societies debris...a double waxin' cos th'groove is too big'n heavy to be contained on one disc, th'noise poundin' comes in waves o' spillage'n one disk is way too small a surface to get th' goods rollin'n tumblin',feedback leakin' out every crevis, lookin' to destroy th'dullard...though th'stooge vibe is th'workin' base theres plenty room for tangental information like festival era pink fairies'n punked out splatt like flipper'n th'sleepers(great lost san francisco combo from back in th'day)plus a messed up spacerock vibe, but not no ambient space jive,this ones gotta be an armed death star battle cruiser expungin' whole galaxies in its wake...sometimes wailin out th' lonesome sound o' mutatin' memphis rock-a-daddies at a slow pace, not lethargic, more like pullin' th'weight o' keepin' th'drugs in check, sometimes on th'verge o' collapse'n sometimes just kickin' up a riot packed storm, its all part o' day-to-day life for monoshock who operated on'n off through th'nineties, keepin'th'wail from goin' pale...cranial bustin' swill straight up fulla swamp gas'n fire crackers hittin' th'preordained target, this is not for squares'n nerds who like to keep it polite, this is a jail break from some other dimension....like th'needles o' armageddon these cats come to shake it with th' faithful with th'righteous rock'n roll vibe'n wipe out th'pretender rockers, th'careerists that were lurkin' in every space'n place through th'later years o' th' 20th century...monoshock had no time for capitalist lackys'n hollywood wannabe trend poppers, these cats scrape like pure free spirit jazz skronk like th'NYC loft cats from those 1960s daze...they were believers in th' dream, liberators o' th'id'n idea, art damaged on a street level, no pretentions to anythin',WHAT IT IS is th' all o' everythin' th' sum total o' WHAT IT IS...kickin' th' gong with these heads is somewhat near th' perfect way to laze up th' afternoon sun cruisin' th'mind bubbles in a homemade dune buggy...

2009-02-28T05:47:00.000-08:00

...th' title trk runs for about forty minutes'n is a heavy cosmic ethno jam that just keeps on goin', into th'ether'n beyond...somewhere out in th' nether reaches o' space its still goin', boppin' th' universe, bein' checked out by space cats from many moons away, way over yonder...guitar/flute/organ/dulcimer plus th'all prevailin' hand drum from angus clatter along on th' ever expandin' journey from inner consciousness to otherness...floatin' down th'dreamtime river,th'sounds washin'up against th' list'ner, purifyin' th' mindsoup with smokes o' wobblyness,never standin'still, always movin' in th'ordained patterns o' requirement...th'rest o' th'disk is similar grooves, th'vibe is cool'n restful,delicate but fired with desire to reach th'furthest points o' imagination...deterge th'soul with flames o' enlightenment as th' misty veil o' livin' is lifted to show th' way to nirvana...

2009-02-27T09:10:00.000-08:00

...great dollops o' squeakyness roll off th' platter with strenuous yet easy assurance, seemingly random sounds flutter with highly drilled precision, everything is in th' right place cos there is no wrong place when th' planets align for an AMM recordin' session...avant garde theorists gettin' busy in th' nascent london underground scene that was gettin' bigger by th' day, ever since th' poetry gig at th' albert hall in 65 bought all th' beatnix, cafe hooligans, students(left wing variety), layabout mods together to form th' sightly tribe known by th' media catchall as HIPPY...this art school enviroment was just th' place wobbly jazz cats like AMM needed to extemporise their groove, spread th' cut up sound poems to all who cared(not too many, but thats a given in th' avant world)'n maybe some who didn't know...hangin' with combos like soft machine/pink floyd/deviants AMM got to know a bit about th' rock'n roll psychedelia that was runnin' parallel in art schools/UFO club'n other distinctly obscure place o' high lurkin'...clang'n drone go th' sound,scrape'n hit bubble into th' ether, this is th' sound o' bein' born, bein' formed into somethin' whole, somethin' unique, tangible yet fleetin' moments glue to one another, there is no beginin', no end, just th'ongoin' 'n ever present NOW,inner imagination meetin' th' outside collective thought, individuals becomin' one entity, that entity made into individuals workin' for th' good o' th' whole...radios play th' outside world, becomin' part o' th'inside AMM world, bringin' th' chance syndrome into play,th' unmonitored bein' allowed free reign to mingle with th' clutter o' trumpets'n rattles...recorded over a couple o' weeks in june 66 this is way outside th' rockin'pop dalience o' th' times yet strangely as th' new century progresses it seems like it was th' centre o' all new things, such is th' all encompassin' vibe, suckin' th' list'ner into somethin' like a complete remold o' all that is known, a rejiggin' o' all available circuits...a clatterin' investigation o' th'inner psyche, a re-invention o' th'loomin' infernal machine as saviour, an escape through th' keyhole o' th'once unlockable door...basically whats on offer here is th' real deal when it comes to fusion anywhere near a jazz context, its free spirit jazzbo meets avant with a heavy dose o' sound poems givin' harmony to disharmony, a precursor to th' freaked out milieu that was to come in 68 when th' whole world turned upside down'n tumbled into th' computer chip state...AMM tell th' list'ner to be at one with machines but be dominant, theres no room for indulgence when th' downpressor state is ever vigilant,always loookin' for another firm grasp on th' will o' all righteous cats...

2009-02-26T15:05:00.000-08:00

...th' main reason most cats outside avant circles have even heard o' angus is th'fact that he percussioned with th'nascent velvet underground but had to leave round'bout late 65 cos he deemed they were gettin' too commercial by acceptin' some low paid gig...this allows some insight into his world view, which did not countenance havin' any bread with art, an artist must be pure, not contaminated with such vulgar concepts o' consumerism, that was for bourgeoisie squares, society leaches who know nothin' o' th'pain'n sufferin' th' true artist must endure to enable his craft to evolve...to soar above th' earth, break free o' constriction, reach outward were th'doctrines angus lived by,to float on th'eternal river o' NOW...th'disk in question here has plenty o' bongos'n hand drums beatin' out th' score laid down by th' ancient ones, th' rhythm o' th' planet flowin' through his blood into th'open, caressin' th' skins with power to harness th' universal spirit...there some spooky organ'n flutes'n tambura addin' to th' mix givin' off cool reefer'd vibes, reachin' for th' unobtainable moment, th'comin' together o' dreamtime'n real time, driftin' toward th' dawn o' a new era not yet born...th'main reason for gettin' cosy with this disk is th'near 45 minute work out (dreamweapon benefit) where th' whole thing breaks into a wigged out jazz-jam that has no visible means o' stoppin', th' joint just keeps on rollin',pullin' th' minutes from th' air'n suspendin' their tenure from skyhooks, to stay forever without repeatin'...this is flipped to th' max,a heavy slab o' sandoz groovyness, th' walls will vanish to reveal th' real deal, suitable for all beatnix'n cafe hooligans wherever they may hide...

2009-02-24T13:20:00.000-08:00

...sometimes when th'spirit takes ahold o' such notions that a walk on th'wild side is in order then once again it seems its time to swing by jacks crazy pad on ludlow street where some 'o her pals have dropped by for more fun'n frolix...as always th'on fire presence o' maria montez is present 'n takin' her rightful place as muse for every creative breathe jack takes...kickin' th'gong at jacks place will surely be a cure for 21st century conformist blooz 'n all its attendent bad trip hang ups...

2009-02-24T13:12:00.000-08:00

...layabouts who been keepin' their finger on th'pulse, ear to th'ground 'n peepers on th'long rollin' skies know th' hep sixties started sometime in th'late fifties(if'n not before) 'n by th'early 60s everythin' was in full swing...th'sixties that th' media squares harp on about is th'trendy later days when it was all up for grabs 'n th'geetus mongers were startin' to coin it in, th'real culture had gone underground 'n wouldn't resurface until mid seventies...(as a case in point,this is hyped as early velvets connection with tony conrad/angus macclise sittin' in on cymbals n' drone)...th'disk is soundtrx 'n spoken word blather o' top crazy crazed, camp 'n damaged aural swill from th' 62/4 period, 'n hotcha gibberin' it is too...cats needin' to cop a gap in th'patterns o' reality should cruise on over 'n hang with jack'n her pal francine'n hear th'world from different perspective...

2009-02-24T12:31:00.000-08:00

...originally put out in an edition o' one thousand 3disk set(each wax was a different colour) in '67 as a fundraiser for th' free speech movement which was rapidly mutatin' into anti-nam militant peacenix in berkeley...its beatnik folk jams groovin' in a chemically active environment let this meander in trancy wiggedout spaces...a groovy lobeful that'll make any afternoon o' layabout inclination'n hooligan activity a mighty hep tyme...cats understandin' th'relative time'n space principal o' one minute sometimes bein' longer than a day will dig this from th'first moment...a worthy artifact o' different days...

2009-02-23T12:26:00.000-08:00

...bein a radical free thinker ol' charles eventually found himself engaged in a thought control war with th'mind seizure agents o' amerikkka n' at this present juncture that state o' affairs is still fairly ongoin'...back in 68 things were slightly different as he showed forward thinkin' by beatin' all those singersongwriters up in laurel canyon to th'punch by puttin' his thoughts into songpoetry...if'n some kinda wax deal coulda been forthcomin' a lotta cats coulda bein spared from gettin' their lobes infested with th'70's me generation whingers'n whiners that polluted th'airways o' f.m stations across th'planet...this copy is from th'original wax that popped into head shops while th'trials were keepin' th'public elbow deep in salacious paranoia...dig charlies world view'n wonder if he knows more than he should...

2009-02-22T15:48:00.000-08:00

...psychedelic underground indeed, th' first issuein's from amon duul that came about from th'reef'red bongo sessions that happen'd in munich 68, th'year o' th'barricades, th' past was rapidly becomin' another country that students world wide were tearin' up their passports from, th'old guard were trashin' th' life from students/workers in various euro locales'n th' duul reflected th' chaos'n carnage in their work,riffs jammin' out th'electric spark thats needed to sustain existence,testifyin' in strange tongue'n th' ever present cosmic bongos givin' up th' trance, invocatin' th' higher bein's...sailin' th'inner high-ways'n by-ways o' th'nervous system th' duul groove ever onward, fluidly traversin' th' LSD plateau with tape cut ups added on for good measure, more disorientatin' shock waves that mirror th'outside society...th' wax is groove heavy with primal thump power, th' bongos drummin' out to call to th' faithful'n any stray converts that come along lookin' for a better way, lookin' for a path into a different future that th' one already mapped out by th' robber barons o' capitalist piggy enterprises...amon duul call for a new pageantry, a splendour full o' beatnik verbiage,only now th' structure o' livin' becomes timeless, poems o' hope stretch out across th'seas to all humanity...'what is now shall forever be' seems th' duul message, that its time to get hip' or else be doomed by th' perpetuel grindin' o' th' machine'n back in '68 this was a very real predicament for free thinkers as well as th' great unwashed...this wax,plus th' follow ups represent a time when rock'nroll was important, it had th' power to shake th'walls o' establishment thinkin', to rearrange th' furniture o' hierarchy'n swim to th' moon with th'always insistant bongo beat...

2009-02-22T07:40:00.000-08:00

...an exploitational waxin' that was recorded when th' trials started to keep th'family in th'public eye,as if th'public needed remindin',th'rich squares were in a panic to th'degree th'family were in their dreams, castin' creepy crawl nightmares across nixons land...this white vinyl platter was released in th' mid 80s'n its sound is somewhat more expansive than th'subsequent compact disk issues, its like cappy/squeaky/ouisch/brenda/gypsy/sandy'n clem're in th'room with th'listener in th'centre...this may be more GETTIN' TH' FEAR than is absolutely needed but th'chance to hang with this freaky crew comes on big here, they're right up front in full effect...clem does a passable attempt at gettin' to th'core o' manson lyrics but it comes down to th' girls to keep things goin' with their devils hole cheer leadin', layin' down th'death valley gospel with some heavy amount o' gusto, wailin'n moanin'n laughin', bein'down with their very own distinctively singular aquarian love vibes...ride th' helter skelter into th'heart o' darkness with th'garbage people, th'girls on th'corner await th'final judgement, which it seems is yet to be written...

2009-02-21T12:42:00.000-08:00

...heres more o' those legendary jams that th'original duul, th'commune duul from munich put down in 68, fuellin' a few releases over th'comin' years o' which this seems to be th' last, comin' out in 1983 as a double wax...th'jams have been chopped into shorter, more economical bursts, th' longest comin' in at 6 minutes,which gives th'whole shebang a more rocknroll attack, th'riffin' givin' off total insane vibes like th' monks were doin' at basement dives at various locales throughout west germany,riffin' madness from within th' deep commune psych, stoned'n happ'nin' with liberal amounts o' bongo bop headin' full on to tomorrow...thrashin'n moanin' tribal noise, reachin' into th'night,reachin' for impossible highs,searchin' out th'truth that only beatnik hooligans can realise, th' truth that is hidden from th' square world by its very existence, a truth so enormous it would crush th'cubes world view as they would have to admit all is wrong in dullsville...spinnin' this joint is like diggin' some alien jukebox escapin' from a parallel galaxy,familiar yet unfamiliar,turnin' points on a map thats freshly drawn from newly charted investigations...

2009-02-17T13:51:00.000-08:00

...third offerin' from duul2'n this pretty much seals th' deal, whats gonna be happenin' over th'ensuin' years is somewhere to be found on th' space trippin' tanz de lemming, th'ultimate declaration o' intent...th'untrained ear o' th'first two wax gave th'sound impetus, to go further regardless o' technical knowhow, what came out was meant to be from th'riffin' to th'ambience o' th'room, th'complete fractured entity was ordained from a higher source(th'source that gave th'elevators their whole bein',also th'godz another channelin' combo)...again a double wax holdin' some o' th'HEPpest jams from any band gettin' lumped into th''progrock' idiom, it takes amon duul2 into a territory that at th'time was their own...somehow they managed to take th'avant trippy grooves into a hallucinatory sphere that is not easy to define, theres a subtle keenness hidin' under th'doomy vibe givin' hope to th'uncertain times in which they operated(possble police state resurrected to counteract baader meinhof activites)...strange worlds appear'n leave whilst this joint is spinnin',thousand moons cross th'sky in an instant,alien visitors drop by to hang then they're gone, leavin' half awake memories in floatin' dormitories o' th'ever tiltin' mindsoup...waves o' perfect accompaniment to those bonged out afternoons cruisin' th'edge o' flip city lookin' for th'entrance way to play, this waxin' will slip a cat th'secret o' th' sacred keyhole, th' unlockin' o' forever time, to range th'open skies in blissed tranquility, noddin' to t'noodle o' th'mighty duul...

2009-02-16T11:32:00.000-08:00

...second wax from duul2, this time a double to accommodate their expandin'/expansive soundscapes that were rapidly oozin' outta their collective thought patterns,rockin' out in a primitive style yet clearly not a rehash o' beat groups R&B from th'earlier decade, this is 1970 with all th' expectant baggage that entailed, namely progressive rock with a heavy euro bent...avant garde ideas mix it up with dronin' folk fiddlin'/scratchy guitar strummin'/dislocated whistlin'/time slippin' drum beats/operatic vocalizations/modal chants/bursts o' electric string fire, plus who knows what else, every time a cats spins this theres gonna be new noises poppin' up, fresh'nin th'opiated stew'n thats just th' first track...all over this platter theres magnificence, whether it be ancient/modern folk scrapin'n moanin, or poundin' acid rock, th'whole deal shouts to be heard as if knowin' its own importance, an importance that transcends amon duul themselves, they channel a groove from outside knowledge which is somehow sucked into th' duul psyche'n manifested in multi dimensional psychedelic peculiarities...a heavy gloom hangs over th' work, lendin' th'musical backdrop to life in 70s germany, a time o' radical chic/offin' pig-politicians/celebratory bank robbers/self style liberationists'n general paranoia'n weirdness...so far away from th'psychedelic ballroom rock that it springs from yet at th'same time mirrors it through a prism o' positive difference, th' whole shebang takin' off for unknown territory with a torn road map from alien lands...its like a bad drug hangover from acid'n speed coctail, where th'colours flash by in swirlin' spiked ornamentation,full o' danger, th'kinda danger that attracts th' curious into darkened basements o' desire...a journey into inner space whilst ridin' th' subway late at night, full o' shadows'n strange vibes that beckon th'wanderer to enter'n never return, a gateway to th' other side(o' where is always undecided until its too late)...

2009-02-15T06:08:00.000-08:00

...growin'outta th'munich commune scene o' th' late 60s amon duul 2 was th'muso offshoot o' that bongo clangin' tribe amon duul who'd put out one LP from th'massed jams they'd instigated(they'd plunder these jams for more LPs as time 'n record co. moolah permitted)in 68...one o' th' great krautrock exponents they put out a cosmic abberation o' underground rock sound, an inversion o' th'yanquee variety o' ballroom psych, this was acid rock with a sting, it upgraded th'amerikkkan template with dronin'avant squeaks/operatic outbursts/chantin'/cyclic off kilter beats/fuzzy skronk guitar slammin', basically throttlin' th'commerciality o' uncle sams tirade over th' european culture...amon duul threw off th'yoke o' bland yanquee imperialism to get busy with a sound o' rebirth, a rediscovery o' self for a generation who'd been lied to by business/TV/teachers, they no longer served an absent master, they were themselves makin' a future sound...locked inside a gothic surround, th'ancient peoples make a noise to call th' faithful, th'desirous ones who need freein' from th' network propaganda peddlin' th'USA commands, freein' from th'mind-stranglin' burble o' 'radio free europe'...crazy patterns dance in th'ether, scatterin' th'liberation seeds that will unshackle th'youth from th'tyrany o' nixonian thought,callin' on jazz'd avant noodlin' mixed in with primordial dislocatin' sloppy vibe,a sensual rush from th'spheres...this was th'sound o' chaos'n riots,a sound o' water cannon'n teargas, th'sound o' revolt against a numbin' mindset, a revolt from style into substance...

2009-02-14T05:44:00.000-08:00

...diggin RB is a high flyin' buzz, chillin'n groovin' with cool abandon,a total trip...richard was a left field beatnik caught up in th' hippy scene when he came to prominence in th' late 60's world-wide underground market place when publishin' houses were tryin' to GET HIP with th' youth that was sproutin' literary pretentions...even th'FAB4 knew that richard was a cool daddio'n tried to get him out to th' public via their zapple imprint for spoken word, there was gonna be some kinda series o' beat visionaries all readin' their work'n skittin', but as with other HOTcha ideas emmanatin' from FAB HQ it came to nought in th' 'real world'...brautigan had been writin' his grooved out stories o' weirdsville for many moons, th' bubbly reclinin' stance o' his writin' takes a cat to an arcane/unseen world vista, theres an olde rustic charm mixin' with a commune hippy scene, nothin' defined, just an imaginin', a calm encroachment into a hearsay world, all that is known is transmitted via gentle rythym, movin' along with sweet eloquence, a fluidity in th'mythical stream that once was held in th' eye o' th' denizens o' camelot...list'nin' to richard is slippin' through th'keyhole o' th' ancient gates o' th' sacred city o' righteous dreams...plus any cat who leaves his telephone number on th' front cover has to be some kinda honest head who has belief in humanity...th'wax has a coupla crunches on it that dont take away th' enjoyment once its gotten used to...

2009-02-12T04:49:00.001-08:00

...with all th'bleeps'n honks'n screamin' hubhub o' th'modern urban day to day existance its maybe somewhat hard to look back'n see th'reason for th'uproarious bad vibes that sometime accompanied th'live appearances o' suicide...it may have been th'minimal synth repetition pushed into th'red....it might have been th'unearthly echoed squeals from delayed vocals that hiccuped 'round th'room...anyhow th'bridge'n tunnel tourin' squares didn't dig this '5th dimensional elvis' shtick al'n martin were puttin' down at clubs like max's'n cbgb...th'whole o' their sound was smeared with a cloud o' trebled-2-max fuzziness that reached out'n snared th'willin' underground beatnik away from zen mysticism to a new kinda rock'nroll trance that was issuin' up from th'gutters o' alphabet city in th'bankrupt NYC seventies...dig a first rate trip into th'ear gougin' past that will satisfy even th'most jaded head with its emanation o' elevation, takin' th'adventurous rockin' cat to some sorta elysiam field in a burroughs sense, th' claustaphobic world o'heavy paranoia,where th'nova mob're out to GETCHA, th'world turned upside down(or is it,maybe th'future leakin' through is true'n th' last hope is known only by th' HOPHEADS, by th' transient mind...suicide break down th' barriers o' illusion'n present th' real, th' realer than real deal,th'city in th'usual chaos magnified to give society a chance to get grooved into a shamanic relearnin' o' th'true state o' bein',th'labyrinthine possibilties o' livin' right without th' hassle o' squares puttin' up boundaries that mark th' limits o' imagination...al'n martin work on th'premise that any sound is beautiful, that uglyness is a consumer con, th'reason for th'ill favoured in society is a mere bluff laid by th' robber barons'n their boot lickin' lackies, th' rejects from weed heaven, th' squares that dont even dig themselves, th' ones too scared to see th'reflection in every mirror for fear o' wakin' up to their own pitiful state...suicide loiter at th' gates o' gonesville beckonin' th' free spirit to th' last chance to GET RIGHT, to get in th' wind'n ride th'tiger into th' calmin' storm o' impulse...th'computer is reworkin' th' MEMPHIS CAT into th' chrome plated nightmare o' sci-fi reality takin' in flipped out D.I.Y ossilaions o' th' silver apples'n that mind soup poetry o' th' 13th floor elevators, takin' th' rock'n roll trip one further mile to salvation...

2009-02-10T12:39:00.000-08:00

...cats who dig th'early free(k)form R&B daze, like up to around th'time shady grove hit th'racks're gonna flip their lid with this double boot'n that ain't no mistake...this was most definitly th'period that counts when it comes to this combo for although it must be said dinos version was a real different proposition, an excellent thing in their own right,but not to be confused with th'ballroom QMS...this here is one hotcha big groove from start to finish (albeit a ruff'n ready listen in a coupla places)...o' top historical import with th'first disk kickin' off with a radio ad for a gig at th'avalon followed up with said show(9/66), well nice...disk one sees th'quicks buildin' up their chops'n th' second is one long journey through th' singular sound that by '68 was patently their own...more top evidence o' a great aggregation who mangled beer joint blooze into chemical alchemy producin' ballroom tribal-psych...does not disapppoint one iota 'n a chippa addition to their canon...

2009-02-09T16:53:00.000-08:00

...th'years 1967'n th'psychedelic revolution is hittin' on all fronts with th'red crayola takin' some wigged out guitar manglin' from sun baked texas over to th'west coast,to th'berkeley folk festival where their form o'avant slop is not totally appreciated,th'audience not sure what to make o'this new way o'communicatin'...a mixture o'freejazz noodlin' with some 'heavy air'style deadism is a new experience for th'folky crowd,this free form feedback clutter is somethin else,somethin' modern'n otherworldly,not entrenched in tradition like th'rest o'th'festival artists...tribal'n trancy,a thousand years o'primal beats burst forth into th'sun o'a new day,this is th'sound o'cats on a mission,not unlike fellow travellers th'godz'n early '66 velvet underground'n to some degree AMM,where freedom o'expression knows no boundaries,limited only by imagination,new ideas arrive'n leave in seconds,th'sound o' NOW fleetin' through th'ether on its eternal jounrney o'transformed discovery...one o'those disks that needs to be heard a few times before list'nin' in full can begin,once immersed in this racket there is no goin' back,th'past can only disappear from view...

2009-02-08T13:09:00.000-08:00

...sonnys original five trk LP is one hotcha piece o' outta-control late sixties wax that cats who dig th'freeform madness o' th' times is gonna wanna get total hep with real soon...a collision o' ideas 'n sounds from across th' now generation spectrum includes sky's seedy psych whine/sub dylan literal protest poetry'n folkrock harmonica/godz intensity/kim fowley lunacy/'n reworked riffs all presided over by a student o' spector college...th' session cats workin' on this had a lotta fun(like on blondeonblonde)'n list'nin' again is a lotta fun too...comes with real groovy bonus cuts, dig it'n use it well...

2009-02-08T12:36:00.000-08:00

...more o' those jams from 69/70 that jimi was gettin' involved with,forever searchin' for th'moment,tryin' to connect with th'elusive IT,when all comes together,universal harmony o' th'infinite groove,reachin' for th'ONE,soarin' away from earthly concerns(pop stardom/managers)floatin' in th'cosmos...its mainly jimi'n buddy miles kickin' th'gong around on various sessions,diggin' th'vibes,gettin' funky'n driftin' wherever th'muse leads...riffin'n groovin' with occasional spark'n flash ignitin',ready to be absorbed into jimi's ideas well waitin' for th'time to be right to reappear in a possible song...

2009-02-08T12:17:00.000-08:00

...when george clinton set his peepers on th'MC5 at th'grande ballroom in detroit at th'tail end o' th'60s he knew it was time to update th'soul brother routine'n get with it,get it on as a freak soul brother'n he took it to th'max with some cats as funkadelic,a massive blast o' drugged acid rock searin' through th'psychedelic dungeons for all to hear...righteous mind messin' funk piled high with anger from th'streets,from th'veit-nam jungles,from th'prisons,this was an angry fix, agent orange for th'mind('n body),but most o' all this was(is)life affirmin' hope for all that understood th'old order was corrupt,politics was empty,bereft o' any substance that would enhance th'lives o'ordinary cats...uncle sams autocracy was only interested in th'xeroxed profits it could cheat from citizens blindly followin' th''freedom march' to th'mall,puttin' th'pig on every corner scarein' up th'peoples,floodin' urban areas with bad drugs,killin' th'poor...this is th'third 'delic wax'n possibly th'most fully formed with th'ideas they had at th'time,a perfect meetin' o'gospel/freak formed hambone/spaced out rock'n roll thud/drugged guitar noise/tape samples,all swirlin' in a mind alterin' stew o'karmic brotherhood,wig liftin' feedback batterin' pummel showerin' down mind bombs like th'gunships that roamed high at home'n in th'NAM...a total heavy right-on noise,a true summin' up o' th'times,takin' it to th'streets,drillin' right into th'maggot brain o' super stupid durin' th'ever present wars o'armaggedon...this is remastered'n th'sound is bustin' out,full frontal attack as it should be...

2009-02-07T04:33:00.000-08:00

...early 70s detroit'n th'tribe label is set up with th'express purpose o' gettin' a few jams down on tape'n a few joints on th'block,this is flipped cats doin' it for themselves,not workin' for th'MAN...this is jazz from th'bohemian basements in th'weird part o'town,its partly fusion,but not commercial style,just pullin' it from th'air'n moldin' grooves together,weavin' th'tapestry from older fabrics,into th'present'n future,where it will be ready to be rewove into a different style'n sound,th'essence remainin' intact...this compilation was put out late last century'n shows th'true yanquee street jazz scene in th'mid seventies away from th'media capitals'n show biz moolah centers,cats like wendell harrison'n phil ranelin'n doug hammond're allowed to get some seriously spiritual funky spaced out rock fusions jams out into th'open,onto th'street'n round for all th'hep cats to dig...th'ghosts'n vibes from 60s pioneers like albert ayler'n john coltrane mix with th'electric miles on th'small stage in th'urban voodoo theatre where hopes'n dreams flourish without hinderance,lookin' ever onward...

2009-02-07T03:35:00.000-08:00

...most combos past their prime settle in for th'pension route,puttin' out inferior product,rehashs o' begone glories'n its basically pointless to all but th'band themselves though in their private moments they know its all just fit for th'garbage pail,nothin' more nothin' less...then theres th'MC5'n its obvious that time has rolled on,th'heyday o'complete madness is over but th'job they set out to do has to some degree been accomplished,cats're thinkin'n doin' it for themselves by 1972(th'MAN'n pig lackys're still in charge but times have been a'changin' across th'planet)...recorded live in a studio in france we get th'5 doin' a greatest hits package,but with a difference,th'mighty jams're still bein' kicked out,th'5're rockin' like they do'n th'sound quality is fantastic(relatively speakin',after all this is th'5)...after years o'total whack soundin' boots its real gonesville to get this cranked up high showin' th'5 were no posuers who got lucky,these cats were committed to th'cause o' revolutionary rock'nroll,takin' th'spirit'n madness o' little richard'n mixin' in some spaceways thinkin' o' sun ra'n rollin' th'whole shebang into a phat dooby'n lightin' up with prime era townshend'n moon whoisms...after this everythin' fell apart for th'last time, they would be back in various guises to rock th'kids wherever they need to rock which is everywhere,th'5're alive in high society forever more,th'flame will never go out whilst one true cat believes in th'rama lama fa fa fa...(two early jams're tacked on th'end,just to show how it was'n completin' th'circle,plus makin' it last longer,nice)...

2009-02-07T03:04:00.000-08:00

...more missives taped illicitly from th'far reaches o' ol' charlies mental capacitors,speakin' in trailer trash visions from th'darkside o' gonesville,where it all goes in but dont necessarily come out,this is th'blooze from th'backend o' nowhere'n as nowhere must be somewhere it could be here or it could be there,it could be anywhere,but most probably,'n all th'pointers indicate this certainty,its by now everywhere...charlie is th'worlds most strange pop star,fully on in heavy effect twenty4seven,goin' at high speed in a sittin' position throwin' down th'weird truths from th'depression o'th'human spirit...th'uglyness'n uncertainty that has plagued th'minds o' countless millions down th'ages manifests in charlies back alley stories'n haphazard philosophies that hold water when th'tide is low but're prone to leakiness...victim o'society or th'product o' a C.I.A control plot may well be th'sum total o'charlies worth but theres no denyin' he's a barroom prophet in th'age o' bland celebrity hype,a shaman from th'deepest recess o' thinkin's unsteady beginnin's,wobbly hyperbole from beyond th'hollywood babylon...

2009-02-06T12:32:00.000-08:00

...early worm represents th' first recorded output o' neil megson back in 68, up in th'attic o' his parents house with a few o' his layabout friends gettin' busy with some tribal gubbin's, layin' down some meanderin' grooves, some primal thoughts that were outside th' psychedelic guidelines o' th' time'n well outside th' heavy blooze rockin' that was makin' headway through that riotous year...avant garde noodlin' by cats who aint in th' avant discipline, just gettin' on with makin' a noise that somehow follows linear standards without bein' pofaced'n slaveish, a lotta fun was had makin' these sounds, this is obvious from th' start...cacophonous'n cluttered at times yet with th' instruments each bein' subservient to th' others, followin' untutored patterns that come naturally in this small community style format...sometimes a strange ambience comes into play, whilst gleeful campfire singalongs pep up th'preceedin's givin' a close family feel, a warmth thats genuine...givin' a coupla listens brings forth some pertinent socio-geographical observations, namely if these college/cafe hooligans had been hangin' in th' ladbroke grove/nottin' hill arts movement they'd been gettin' some serious action supportin' soft machine at some fund raisin' benefit for I.T magazine'n in turn gettin' groovy write ups in said paper, no doubt penned by deviant mick farren who'd invite them to bring up th'slack at one o' their shambolic outtin's in th' hippy underworld, middle earth woulda got an injection o' wobby avant to liven up evenin's o' blissed light show daliance...durin' th' day a trip down to indica books would most likely bear some HEP fruit in th' style o' gettin' wiggy with paul macca'n suckin' in a heavy fluxus buzz from yoko,all o' which would have resulted in a session at abbey road'n a long play disc on apple(this last part maybe strechin' reality but th' possibilties exist, based on th'events dreamed in awakeness)...cats who dig th' world accordin' to angus macclise, th'cat who left th' velvets cos they were gettin' too commercial by gettin' low pay gigs will dig this free form pile up o' goodness, a sound o' discordance that fitted in easily to th'landscape o'68 when everythin' was up for grabs one way or 'nother...

2009-02-05T04:21:00.000-08:00

...black randy was kinda like an updated freak out era frank zappa,with vicious humour hittin' out at nearly everythin',heavy sarcastic barbs skewered into th'very fabric o' los angeles life,with a special hatred aimed at th'pig who were doin' their upmost to quell th'burgeonin' punk crowd...'pass th'dust' was th'only full length wax put out on th'short lived incredible dangerhouse records in late '79(bein' co-owner mighta helped)'n its full o' short,sharp funky revue style tunes with some avant touches here'n there with randy soundin' a bit like david peel(have a marijuana)on an amphetamine jag...numbers about sleepin' in arcades/idi amin/narks/laundromats/sperm banks plus anythin' to do with th'messed up life he was livin',needles'n too much alcohol,a great version o' 'shaft' has to be heard to get a full understandin' o' th'workins o' randys thought patterns...dig th'cheapo-cheapo organ sound that fits right in with th'overall sleezy grooves th'metro squad're layin' down(th'squad was made up o' th'cream o' LA punks on sabatical from their own combos such as th'eyes/randoms)all played with a tight but loose abandon...one o' th'lost voices o' th'punk revolution,though by no means is randy any way near a punk in th'accepted commercial sense(like zappa before him),he deserves his place in underground history more than most...

2009-02-05T04:15:00.000-08:00

...plenty o'tape hiss'n general buzz'n fuzz make this a proper fine listen,just like th'germs should sound,crawlin' from th'tar pit o' sleazy rocknroll with th'amps hummin',feedback'n leakage spillin' out just like th'stooges at th'funhouse...a fine testament to their one'n only long play waxin' this is most o' that album unmixed so th'germs natural adherence to gettin' th'job done with no regard to bourgeois standards o'cleanly present safe rock,th'germs were antithesis to FM staduim disco rock,they were th'underground continuin' on from where godz/(early)blue cheer/stooges/destroy all monsters left off,underground swill that has its time in th'sun,burns brightly then fades away to take its place in th'pantheon o'garage/basement rockin' combos...as always with this type o' beer soaked/needle damaged bootleg trash its recommended unreservedly,a must for all layabouts everywhere...

2009-02-05T04:07:00.000-08:00

...black flag,one o' th'last truly important bands,not only important in a rocknroll way,but vital in a socio-politico sense,they took th'truth out to th'kids,turned on a generation that had been stifled by TV/government drugs/FMradio(frampton-nugent-eagles)...incredibly right on lyrics(police story/depession/no values) expressin' th'thoughts o' so many caught up in th'oppressive dominant culture that was/is destroyin' th'young with coercion lies to keep th'consumer society from failin'n bein' shown for what it really is,a company scam where th'dollar bill aint nothin' but a store coupon...intense urgent missives from th'underground,relentless rockroll poundin' its way into th'senses,breakin' th'chains that held free thought in suspended animation,wakin' th'kids from th'lifeless sleep that school'n pigs enforced to ensure obedience to th'republic...this wax was a stop-gap release when th'flag ran into business problems that held them up for a coupla years in th'early 80s(funny how when anyones gettin' th'truth out'n bein' listen'd to they run into trouble,from elvis goin' into th'army/chuck berry in th'big house'n so on down th'line),which was a compilation o' unreleased cool cuts from th'beginnin' years featurin'th'vocalists keith morris,chavo reyes'n
dez cadena before rollins fronted them into th'history books...th'amazin' power that comes from th'flag in any era is a worthwhile indulgence'n right from th'start th'flag was a mighty unstoppable entity that took on a life o' immediate independence,a force that drew out th'best in whoever was in th'band,a mercurial electric charge that lit th'beacons o' hope in so many lonely'n desperate minds...

2009-02-05T04:01:00.000-08:00

...th'last ever germs show(lets not mention th'latest reformation,kinda like th'doors without jimbo,dont make no sense),just four days before darby took his leave'n its as gloriously messy as it should be...th'germs patented live wire sludge punk is in full effect with darby moanin'n slurrin' his way through their tunes,complete with bucket loads o' audience participation,just like prime era stooges when th'whole evenin' teetered on th'brink o' plungin' into oblivion...this is a great opportunity to grab a listen to some top class cali p-rock before it became codified,before th'squares'n jocks moved in to recreate what they'd read about in th'exploitative articles in th'government sponsored media(herst newspapers/TIME magazine etc)...

2009-02-05T03:52:00.000-08:00

...this disk caused a fair amount o' fuss'n palaver when it appeared back around 78,th'newly emerged punkers didn't dig th'angular squonk'n shronk,live wire electric shock guitar noise'n all round arty show-off as it appeared to them...hippys'n college heavy rockers didn't go for it cos it was way too punk,squares didn't know it existed, indeed th'only cats who were gettin' anythin' from it in th'short term at least was a few forward lookin' young jazzbo heads like 'bobo' shaw'n 'blood' ulmer(in th'long term th'post punk movement was taken from this along with equal parts 'ROCK IN OPPOSITION style combos/captain beefheart/avant disco)...th'4 bands here bein' th'contortions with james chance/teenage jesus with lydia lunch/MARS/D.N.A,each addin' their own individual touch to this new radical departure in th'rock'nroll game,though not so new cos this was part o' a long tradition o' teenagers('n older) pickin' up th'instruments they were drawn to'n could afford'n bangin' out their own version o'what was happ'nin' around them in frantic adrenaline rush bravado...th'contortions come forth with mutant clangin' funk with JB shrieks all swirlin' round in ever decreasin' circles,teenage jesus provide striped down velvets thud complete with ear scrapin' cymbalringin'/MARS join in with dissonant urban swamp voodoo'n D.N.A complete th'quartet with some clever art bangin' clatter...all th'bands have a careless urgency buildin' all through their contribution,a windin' up o' imaginary coils to be let loose,shudderin' into th'ether, showerin' th'NO WAVE goodness upon waitin' ears...an LP full o' back alley rainy night puddles ripplin' round discarded needles that once dispensed low grade government smack, a grimey twilight o' shadows that hold secrets o' escape to unmapped semi conscious dreams...a corner stone o' post punk racket from sonic youth/birthday party/fire engines'n countless funky noise makers to this day,a splatter platter o' bold'n far reachin' proportions...for any cats with th'ears for some noise will wanna freak with wax'n thats no mistake, whats on this disk has'nt really been better'd, even by th' participants, its a happenin sound...

2009-01-31T12:34:00.000-08:00

...released on th'airplanes vanity label grunt in th'early seventies came this power trio style blowout with lashin's o' hendrix vibes counter'd with some mellower grooves interspersed between th'heavy rockin'blooze...came as a bit o' a surprise at th' time cos most west coast heads were expectin' some warmed over/burnt out hippy shenanigans what with bein' on th'plane label'n they themselves not really doin' anything 'revolutionary' for a good coupla years...vaguely on th'same wavelength as kapt. kopter(randy california)this is a refreshin' blast o' late hard rockin' acid choogle with a sense o' humor'n good nature that will go down a nice treat with an afternoons bong...

2009-01-28T09:45:00.000-08:00

...cats who dig th'boris groove will no doubt be down with th' fact they operate in different spheres o' th' stoner vibe, sometimes practisin' th' art o' slow motion riffin', other times lettin' loose with some punk metal thrash, whilst again dosin' up th' preceedin's with a chemical element like whats goin' on with this feedbacker wax...liberally squirted with a heavy tab o' sandoz th' boris-machine heads off for th' plateau that was first navigated by frisco stoners, th' oxford circle'n th' dead when they were gettin' freaky with such madness as 'heavy air'...it dont altogether sound like those combos back in th' day(temporal lines bein' restricted by gravitational physics) but th'freeform landscapes're hew from th'same ideas, th' same wish to escape th' boundary o' sound, go beyond th'accepted known o' this thing called rock('nroll)...zoned-out rushes o' LSD splutter around in meanderin' patterns, wigged moments o' hallucinatory grandeur, clear crystal reasonin' arrives briefly, only to be replaced as expansion continues, ever outward, ever inward, both movements revealin' themselves as th' same, th' middle ground betwixt two worlds o' wobblyness...

2009-01-27T13:02:00.000-08:00

...sonic mayhem from th'land o' th' risin' sun, boris come to lay down th'acid vibe'n blast some cheerian blooze into th' air, molecules reboundin' off each other to gather into one giant hash explosion...slow motion riffin' expandin' ever onward towards infinite history o' th' moment, reverbaratin' into th' next world, crossin' dimensional parallels with th' ease o' liquid smoke, meltin' only to be reborn into th' echo from which all matter is formed...time begins'n ends while th' disk is playin',suspendin' space in th'deepest o' universal breathe...lysergic intensity from th'primordial swamp oozes its way into th'mindsoup that washes up against any hipsters inner cranial workin's, clearin' paths in th' emerald forest o' thoughts, sendin' signals to start th' kildozer o' fire to bombard th' synapse with heavy heavy gloop...set th' controls on stun'n prepare for realignment with th' sludgy voodoo o' amplifier worship...IT IS TIME to submit...

2009-01-26T04:30:00.000-08:00

...excellent first wax from th'soft's,all th'more remarkable for bein'taped quickly in th'middle o' a tour o'uncle sams autocrazy(1968),everythin' is in place,at least for this LP,psychedelic pop with avant jazz moves vearin' in'n out makin' it flow,lazy groovin' on warm afternoons by th'river bank indulgin' in a tab o' high class sandoz...this is singular pop-psych in th'way th'floyd first disk was,its psychedelic in a free-form way,though structured nothin' sounds as it would last,a fleetin' moment in th'tributary o' rock'nroll,complicated arrangements for pop tunes that have a commerciality yet are not sellin'themselves in th'market place, they last as long as they last,no more no less,while some cats list'nin' they're doin' what they were written for,to comunicate th'NOW,both bands bought th'fun side o' avant garde to play in th'tunes,plus interestin' lyrics...they'd been together for about four years,in various shapes'n forms by th'time this came around'n it shows they'd learnt to work very loosely yet tight,in th'best possible way,th'jazz way,th'interminglin' o'ideas'n playin' is wonderful,not a bit seriously po-faced as some o' th'later work,th'name shoulda been changed after th'third disk...th'whole canterbury scene in some ways is built entirely on possibilities thrown up by whats happ'nin' within th'walls o'th'groove...

...second effort from th'soft machine,carryin' on from where th'first left,perhaps th'jazzbo tones were turned up slightly,not quite as pop but th'original softs sense o' humour is still intact,not too much po-faceism(yet),everythin' groovin' nicely...theres a jazz-rock vibe happ'nin' throughout but its not jazz-rock as it came to be recognised,th'machine probably dont realise its happ'nin',just movin' along natrually,doin' it as it comes...theres a political conscious at work,a layabout beatnik way o' lookin'at things,through th'distorted reality mirror that true original thinkers'n pioneers view th'world...freeform avant noodlin' comes into play as if suddenly they're all hit with a giant LSD rush,a whole trip takes place in a few seconds then fades away,to return later with more bubbles'n reflections...very much a worthwhile spin'n a great example o' london,via canterbury 'underground' rock from th'club years o' th'late 60's...

2009-01-25T12:20:00.000-08:00

...wilde flowers from canterbury was an early configuration o' some o' th' cats that would hook up in th'soft machine/caravan axis to produce some hep vibrations on th' psychpopjazz front later in th'sixties...bo diddley beats mixin' up mose alison with bohemian wispyness...suburban hipsters carvin' out a mod jazz world buried in th'albion countryside away from th'city blare, sailin' reefer'd dreams on th' village pond, lazy afternoons o' jazz ponderin', connectin' 125th street with doses o' sandoz from th' hollingshead institute for expandin' HEPocity...modal blather navigatin' th' wobbly marshmallow midnights o' th' homeward night bus to th' twilight zone...th'scratchy state o' some o' these acetates give th' archival nature o' th'release an authentic glow, field recordin's from th' middle class basement o' stolen marijuana moments...

2009-01-23T16:57:00.000-08:00

...second volume o' crazed early throb noise,racket from th'dead zone,music indeed from th'death factory,th'wreckers o' civilization had come to assault th'ears o' anyone who was near...sounds for th'collapse o' society,1984 in '76,coseys guitar stranglin',genesis bashin' his bass'n squealin' on th'violin with occasional shoutin' plus treatments from sleazy'n chris make this a stew to be waded through by all adventurous'n right thinkin'cats...back in th'day this was undoubtably progressive swill for cats who didn't know they liked that type o' music, sounds that would creep up from behind'n give th' noggin' a right wallop...best enjoyed when least expected...

...diggin' this throbs tape o' early work a cat can easily see th'gristle as some kinda missin' link between progrock/DADA(or at least annoyance in th'name o' ART)/D.I.Y space rock/th'sound o' tomorrow,take from that what ya will,they may well have been th'consumate rockin'prog outfit o' all time...this tape o' throb-natious swill comes from studio experiments durin' 76'n its all here;pink floyd style jammin'from 69/70(th'best years o' th'second incarnation o' floydianess)//hawkind bad acid journeyin',floatin'around some dirty squat high on bath-tub psychedelix//some twisted riffin' like CAN were rockin'out with,theres kraut rock vibes in th'throb-groove but it aint necessarily a conscious part,more due to chris carter bein' a bit on th'muso side than anything GEN.P would be thinkin'about...theres some live stuff but it mostly sounds more in th'studio live than a proper stage appearance which have been documented fairly well over th'years...side one cuts off rather sudden which aint too cool cos that riffin' was goin' on'n on, blastin' away,anyhow th'other side gets off to some genesis verbiage then onto creakin' space rock, which would really getta floyd'fan' down with its trancey repition,which is something to be appreciated even now,th'floyd just wern't cuttin it after dark side,this is th'sorta junk they shoulda been doin',this could be like they were at th'london free school' in 66, jammin' with AMM (it woulda been a total blast if th'floyd were knockin' this noise out durin' punk,there'd be some awkward journalistic turns in th'english music papers,melody maker wouldn't have a clue where to start,this is really up syd's alley,easy to see him groovin' on this trip)...th'second side also ends abruptly...this is for all cats who might be under th'misaprehension that th'throbs aint for them,gristle noise should not be confused with th'copycat industrialists that came after them...

2009-01-19T13:29:00.000-08:00

...here we see on th'25th february 69 jim in th'studio with his bandmates gettin' ready to record some ideas for th'next waxin' th'eventual misunderstandin' known as th'soft parade...on this evenin's session jim is despondent with th'state o' whats happenin' all across th'disunited amerikkkas: th'hippys aint gettin' their groove on like they should(or at least how morrison thinks they should), jim sees most o' teenage amerikkka as just robots followin' th'latest trends they picked up from hit parader/16 magazine'n bought into with threads from sears at th' backend o' nowhere, located somewhere off consumer main street...he sees th' uptight whiskey generation bearin' down with heavy avengence on th'young who refuse to go to war, who refuse to kill'n be killed for some pigs on wall street, who refuse their patriotic right to do as they're told'n follow orders to slaughter in th'jungle far away...th'suburban teens who're comin' to doors gigs're just lookin' for spectacle, for th'cheap thrill o' th' moment, to live their lives through voyeuristic eyes watchin' others live th'moment(ie, jimbo)...jim saw a land where th'populace were bein' poisoned with th'products o' cheap over farmin',cheese/milk/cream were cloggin' th'people at alarmin' rates, th'ability to think was bein' weighed down by obese laziness bought on by said dairyness...morrison couldn't understand why this generation as a whole were refusin' to break on through, to take th'trip to th'end o' th' night, sure, some got th'message, heeded th'call but not enough, jim was aghast these kids could not see beyond th' 'town limits'...was morrison wastin' his time throwin down this rockin' blooze poetry, should he stay in th' bars o' hollywood talkin' with th' real people, th' lost'n drunk, should he hang with th' so called flotsum'n speak o' th' wonders that coulda been...on this evenin' jim declared rock is dead'n himself was left standin at a crossroads, whether to submit to th' corporate machine or continue his now doomed ride to to th' other side o' endsville...