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principal edwards

...this lot formed while at college with more members than the population of some small countries, the all singing all dancing principal eddies got themselves signed to the forward thinking dandelion in 1969 and over the next couple of years put out their first two

disks...wordy story folky grooves mixed in with the occasional hard progging riffs (with flutes and bongos, yeah) these wax's were an aquired taste back in the day and a few cats will probably need some time to settle in with them before listening proper... this will benefit from the use of cans and some green leaf (hydro is more than recommended)...
...principals office...

steppenwolf

...first LP from these rockers kicks off with a funky rock number with lashings of organ and the whole thing spirals out from there...stonesian grooves flow through with other small embellishments here and there of anglo '67 psych mixed into the streamlined blues...chuck berry and howlin' wolf get some low down grease smeared over the grooves with tasty proto metal fuzz emanating from the electric strings...contains 'an elergy to groupies and the two tunes that are forever associated with them (born to be wild/pusher) and all these years down the road they still sound unique in a overcrowded market place...one of the harbingers of a new suburban hard rock aesthetic that would encompass such combos as grand funk/aerosmith on a commercial level and sir lord baltimore/jubal in a more esoteric/underground vibe)...in a way they may well have peaked early so as to allow for lesser talents to get the geetus and gold, but the groove still lingers...
...push...

...this here was the third biscuit from the 'wolf and it garnered a lot of negative vibes when it appeared back in '69 mainly due to the fact that it didn't seem to have the commercial groove of the previous two...what tunes they ever seemed to have somehow got lost out on the hippy highway somewhere, got misplaced in all that heavy metal thunder...yep indeed, it looked like the dis was in and they were just another washed up hippy combo riding the rails to nowhere but in truth this was their experimental album and it just took a little longer for the injestion process to get itself in alignment with the old synapses...take away the name and hits and put this out as a disk by a bunch of heads from down the block and it takes on a altered reality, all the numbers are different with some left over psych moves and some percussion fills and funky keyboard swirls and swells which pays a few dividends when played a couple of times through the cans...indeed getting on for 4 decades down the pike and this is a fair 40 minutes blast of goodness from a different time and place...
...party...

candy and model shop soundtracks

...magnifico piece of hollywood psych that's a must for cats who dig the soundtrack vibe but don't need it too loungy with obtrusive and dull string arrangements that can bring the most grooved up layabout down with a bump on the chakra...most '60s hollywood exploito flix had faux garage/surf/greaser soundtracks (often supplied by davie allan when he needed a crust) if a youth audience could be enticed to give up the bread for such wax, whereas here it's jazzbo dave grusin who drops a tab and comes over all avant groovy with wigged out electric doodles that really hit the spot...kind of in the vein of dave axelrod but with cooler drugs and not so much seriousness...real chipper wig lifting stuff and comes complete with real bands supplying quality rock (steppenwolf) and the byrds grooving on 'child of the universe' (different version to dr.byrds)...very very tasty and thats the living truth...
...candy...

...another one of those swinging '60s hollywood flix, this time directed by a modern euro cat and of course the movie don't make too much sense but with a couple hits from the medecine chest everything is groovy so it don't matter about the script...somehow spirit got themselves the gig of supplying the sounds and its all part of that jazz rock keyboard groove they were laying down at the end of the west coast psych years...totally cool vibes emanating straight from the fridge and goes well on one of those lazy afternoons kicking the gong around...more proof spirit were number one in a field of one, ain't nobody come close to sounding like these cats (not even themselves after sardonicus)...
...shopping...

mazatec indians

...there do come times when checking out the deads dark star jamming for the zillioneth time just dont press the right buttons and sometimes digging amon duuls bongos to eternity groove needs to rest for a few moments...its these times when all beatnix need to slip those sandles on and get a moving to new pastures where the unfamiliar can work some magic...this wax from bygone daze will fit the bill certainly as this is genuine grooving in space and time, into the void where it all goes in and dont have to come out...its one of those 'worthy' other culture documents that were 'popular' with liberal types from the thirties onward with books and records coming out showing folks not from the whitebread dominant culture...alan lomax took his tape machine down to mississippi to get close to the blues and some cats scored some patronage moolah to go further afield like africa and the east and the cat who got this on tape was gordon wasson, a professorial type who went down mexico way to dig the wiggy scene going down with the mazatec indians who were grooving real strong behind a bowlful of mushrooms and getting down with astral travelling...layabouts with a penchant to spend the afternoon in a recreational way might want to kick the gong around and spin this a couple of times and see what happens...from 1956 to NOW aint so far when the right apparatus is used for the journey...totally buzzing wiggout that at certain points on the temporal line will act as the transporter to a better way...a bit scratchy in places where flipped-out types have tried to put the needle down while in other dimensions so this wax had a beatnik heritage that will enhance the passage way to the inner world...
...shroom...

rust

...this is a proper nice forgotten slab of late six oh grist that was recorded in germany by cats from some other climes, the sleeve note is nicely vague in an exploito style way...its so much more fun to know practically nothing about these old hippy style combos than to have a bombardment of facts that basically tell the listener they've got a bunch of squares spinning out the tunes; its best to just survive on hearsay and rumour, more enjoyable and easily better than the truth (the notes also mention that the lyrics are a sensation and the music will have the listener off balance, thats a good recomendation for any cat to take it as they will)...its good post psych thud pop mixed in with some old freakbeat moves plus fx after every track...a couple of tracks ain't so hot but mostly this is much better than could be expected and definitely more worthy than so called mega-rare acid monsters that get hawked every now and then in the dwindling world of collector scum...if the freaks on the cover were the combo this really would be off balance, no bout adoubt it, but the 'actual' band look like cool street trash so its ok anyways...all in all an intriguing biscuit that hepster cats can dig...
...coming...

charlatans

...in the summer of 1965 these frisco beatnix were ensconsed at the red dog saloon in nevada some fair few miles from their home town and as such they slightly missed out on the beginning's of hippy rock...at the red dog they were gobbling acid and hitting up the reefer and having a high old time but this was too far from frisco to merit inclusion in the newly forming hierarchy and by the time they got back on the local scene they were viewed as interlopers and behind the times...this disk is a very nice compilation of early demo tracks that have been out and about for the last 3 decades but the sound here is really good and slices into the years like knife through butter, listening to this is like being there over forty years back...this and the mother mccree disc are terrific places to start digging the frisco beat when it was consisting of old fashioned 20s pop and hokum, mind manglin' but not psychedelic...
...marvelous...

...the year being 1969 and the frisco sound was mutating out of recognition and more alarmingly the aesthetic and ethics were sliding into disuse...the original idea of melding different musics into a new freedom as practiced by the great society/orkustra were giving way to country (rock) like the dead, middle class temper tantrums with the airplane...the charlatans on this LP, their first at the time, four years after getting the rocking bug from acid and 'hard days night' ignore the new ideas in rock such as grand funk thud and country stumming and get busy with the amalgam of the component parts of the original frisco groove melding modal jazz flutes and beatnik '65 folk, country blues and psych guitar lines, goodtime musics and avant garde clunk, (track 8 is right there next to autosalvage), dig the nod to fab4 white album at the beginning of track 9...more than a few west coast rock snobs dis this as not up to the standard set by others, who came later anyway, but this is certainly the disk they desevered to make, its a great summing up of the original response of being set free from square society, the limit of the marvelous is the only way...a big tip of the hat must go to darryl devore who came in later and ended up being the guide for the trip but unfortunately he didn't dig the rock world vibe (even hippy frisco rock) and split the scene to the avant world...
...69...

autosalvage

...one of those disks that continually popped up in bargain bins in the early 70's in the more hep urban locales and of course got snapped up by the more astute busto-crusto heads...this NYC combo is a mixture of some or all of the following styles then prevalent in '68 when this wax dropped: folkrock/psychfolk/baroquepop/avantrock/acidrock and yet at the same time its none of them as they definitely got a sound thats them and no-one else...once a cat has heard this it aint something that's forgotten as the multitude of ideas in the tunes makes it a strong candidate for multiple spins...one LP that these cats had obviously been listening to a lot is the fabs 'revolver', especially the more painted dreams inner space grooves that bubble nicely here and there...very interesting disk still worth some attention and its nice use of stereo makes it a great peice of groovesville six-oh listening...
...salvaged...

eric burdon and the animals

...the transformation from boozer to acid disciple seemed to happen overnight with eric, one moment glugging down alcohol with a hell hound close on his trail, the next he's grooving in the glades with a goodly dose of sandoz floating through his system enabling the visions to arise and blow his mind...with this LP eric was getting hep to the new world that was taking shape, the psychedelic vibe was spreading fast, no longer would he visit the house down new orleans way, he was loved up and feeling spaced out groovy...sitars twang, violins scrape, overlaid vocals, modal jamming all crop up giving the requisite wig lifting experience, church organs/gregorian chant (like the yardbirds but more stoned, more intense) start a real doom laiden tune, sort of edgar allen poe on a bum trip...what is obvious after a few listens is the stone solid fact that erics trips were many and varied, some taking him places he may not have wished to visit, bit the experience was not lost, he didn't panic and flip out completely, never to return like a certain habitue of cambridge...eric joined the dots to make an alternative blissed world that would run in amongst the cubes from squaresville, subverting the cats to the wobbly zone where it was all cool strobe lights whilst lying on a bed of flowers that would never wilt...here in the 21st century all a cats got to do is take a toke or two and spin this wax and its the summer of love once more...
...wind...

...a continuation of erics earlier voyage into acid burble that started on 'winds of change', his adherence to all things groovy just kept on keeping on, trying to show the new ways of thinking and being, leaving the square world behind for good...exploring the inner spaceways that he had so long tried to destroy with the boozing, he discovered the wonderment that was within the human psyche and without, the worlds within worlds...more than a few rock-snobs have put these psychedelic joints down as naive and not up to standard (whatever that might be) but the truth is as it seems, eric was on a mission like no other rock star of the times, he really wanted the populace to turn on and dig the scene, dig the vibrations that surround all right thinking heads, to be groovy and spread the positive vibes, venture into the never ending trip in the search for some 'truth'...stereo panning/effects litter the tunes and make for a cool listen that stand up now and forever more...
...twain...

acid tests

...absolutely brilliant 3 disk set of acid test weirdness from six different evenings of zonked madness, when reality gave up and declared itself redundant...ken keseys merry pranksters take the listener into the floaty melting wobblyness of their desires with a little help from the grateful dead who lay down some top twisted R&B jams with the right amount of groovy vibes that enable strange things to happen...the dead ain't got to the ballroom trip yet, this is still club sounds stretching out, proto-psych, mutating rhythms/blues, going wherever the evening leads...pigpens keyboard is joyously droning and squeaky with jerry taking off on flights that aint been scheduled yet, captain trips is learning the controls that will eventually take the dead into the cosmos (then up the country though that ain't for a few years)...the merry pranksters style of 'rocking' ain't even shown up on the radar, this is chemical indulgence from the centre of the unconscious mind, the sounds of the LSD bubble exploding time and time again...kesey raps about the preceedings turning into a spaceship and taking off for places unchartered, a bus trip for the collective mind...augustus owsley stanley is in charge of the deads sound, keeping the groove alive for the trippers, neal cassady is wandering around digging everything like a beatnik beacon, keeping everyone safe, the outside world staying where it belongs, outside...confused confusion confusing everything but the confused, these were evenings when bewildered decision was left at the door, it was time to see through different eyes, eyes that had been shut by societies consumer values were beginning to be opened...these tapes have been around for years in various states of disrepair and this is a welcome salvaging putting it into some chronological context (that maybe some kinda paradox but it dont make no nevermind) and the sound is real good all things considered...
...LSD...

grateful dead

...back at the beginning of 1966 when the warlocks were transforming into the dead they were doing a lot of acid test gigs where they played short sets to get the audience grooved up so they could wander around for awhile then be ready for more rock'n'roll...this disk consists of two sets of short funky R&B numbers, the first 8 tunes from the danish center in LA on the 12th march and the rest from two weeks later at troupers hall, again down LA way...as the weird and trippy way things sometimes work out the danish center gig fizzles out on 'stealin',but to keep the groove going the troupers gig cuts in during the same tune, cool as the northern breeze...we see the dead just grooving high, getting the jams together, paying homage with some dirty mojo and gritty black cat bones, the troupers gig is more elasticated, the reality walls are melting here, allowing chance to play its part...pigpen is the guiding light for much of these gigs, with his keyboard laying down a canvas for jerry to spring from occasionally...the last number suddenly breaks up and the disk is finished, but while its playing its a stone groove and that can't be denied...

...acid...

...the date is march 19,1966 and the dead are still down in LA, converting the plastic people with more acid test weirdness, positing their mutated R&B directly into an evening of high mind disolving madness, yesterday was long ago, visions were appearing that had not been seen by so many in one place since the olde tymes, long before present history took shape...this set, plagued with PA troubles sees the dead getting into some elastic jamming, endeavors in temporal study prove meaningless as stationary become full speed, though a sense of motion is experienced through a cushion of soft all encompassing bubbles...a major disturbance of the air has never been so pleasant, such wonderment was only in fairy tales, surely this couldn't be happening in the home of the proporganda factory, the land that sent out the messages to the squares telling them how to behave, what to buy and what to desire...the dead were spreading a new bohemian vibration, equally forties R&B/fifties layabout beatnik/sixties (new new camelot) hope, down in the home of the downpressor, slipping through the door of entertainment...some of the chat from the cats(even the moaning about the PA) shows they're enjoying being in the band, living the extended possibilties that had been shown when they went to see 'hard days night' 18 months earlier, its still a cool buzz to think how many combos got the word from one exposure to that movie, the byrds and the airplane to name two...owsley is in charge of the sound and no doubt he's experimenting with patterns as things disappear/appear but this ain't so noticeable for the present day listener with years of illicit tape airings, its all part of the way it happens, now often unconscious(dig the banter at the end of track 7)...this truly is a wonderful disk to get a groove on with, the dead are in the room as well as in the zone, a wholly digable thing, if there ever was one...
...test...

...march '68 and the dead have got themselves a gig playing to the hep partisans of the haight and surrounding environs, all the heads and pan handling runaways are there, so's a few hells angels and cops, plus berkeley politicos and from across the bay, a couple of cats from the black panther party...the existing evidence in this tape, which while rough in places is eminently enjoyable shows the dead getting down and funky with some stretching out on some black cat bone blues, this is the real deal, moody reefered juke joint saints come to play for the faithful (and plain curious), a total sense of community comes off this, with the dead catching ahold of a gospel vibe with their call and response vocal refrains...the dead around this time were starting to come to the peak of their powers, hep blues wailing meeting with the acid induced avant garde, folk musics getting messed around to extend the possibilities of the genre, which while getting a new lease of life through hippie mysticism was heading into commercial avenues with singersongwriters, the new pop folk heroes...this is only the first part of the gig but the cat who was taping had the batteries fail so the spacey part of the preceedings has been lost, which in a way is cool, the dead are now floating in space, the vibes becoming mellow through age but gathering more potency as they journey ever outward, ever onward taking IT to the cool place, searching the universe for the ever lasting groove...cats who dig the dead as they should be, when they ventured forth but knew where the sounds came from (most o' th'time) will get a buzz, here the dead are still learning what it is they are, theres no compromise, the funky hallucination's to be channelled for the good of mankind, to manifest the modern bohemian to stop the ever grinding wheels of the downpressor and in that respect this gig is RIGHT ON as the between song proclamations will reveal...
...haight...

...first show at the fillmore east in 1968 see's the dead laying down an intense mojo storm of heavy distorted bohemian blues direct from the LSD swamp, this biscuit is one mind zooming jam that don't let go, it blasts into freaksville and just stays there pumping out the smokey vibes...the hand held tape is muddy and blurred and that suits (adds to) this explosion of atoms and nucleus, its like when the cream played in detroit in '67, an apocalyptic onslaught of drug damage, even dr.benway ain't this far out, it's the 'sound of skin being sucked inside the bones, the worlds collapse into blareing chromium melting patterns with no hope of returning to today...the insides of a cats head is surely going to turn to mush, the ticket has been purchased for the last train to gonesville, no return destination, mixing who style heavy metal, jimi acid screach, MC5 fireworks and smearing it all over their already messed up owsley informed R&B has created a HOTCHA train wreck of 1968 riot torn noise, this is the inner cities on fire, napalmed children calling in the newscasts from capitalism central...cats who dig the grunge sound of third generation, batteries liable to go at any moment style underground recordings are going to flip on this example of 'in the zone', living the moment vibe provided here...what's really cool about whats happening is the dead get moving with 'feedback' as well as end with it, in between they launch into some 'heavy air' jams, going into overdrive, crashing the gears through the floor like neal cassady on the one last ride to terminal city, 'the futures uncertain, but the end is always near'?...all the combo get to let loose and interweave as is a groovy dead experience but this is added to with a nervous edge of amphetamine paranoia that uptight cities like NYC can bring on, especially back in the day before homogeneous liberal mind control took complete hold of the squares...any cat who knows the dead are more than a soundtrack to a weekend hippy lifestyle will dig this hour of blurry ballroom damage, and then some...
...feedback...

...original first mix of the anthem joint, released back in summer '68, was a monumental exercise in cut and paste, splicing in so many tiny snippets of sound from live shows and overdubs made in the studio, the concentration needed for such intricate work can only be marvelled at, all this and a head(s)full of chemical fun while they're doing it...an amazing piece of avant garde rocking, still going places others ain't even found, flying under the radar of normality and psychedelia, there's just so much going on...listening on headphones is a very beneficial endeavour, even then so much is missed that each go round brings up a different nuance, some new texture comes to the fore that somehow didn't seem to be there before...a true psychedelic master piece that just keeps on giving, a bottemless well of untold generosity, offering up the good vibrations when they're needed...
...first mix...

...ATTENTION deadheads and layabouts down with the HEP groove, this has got to be some heavy air experiments that were first muted during the anthem sessions come to fruition, just dig the 'duprees diamond blues' atmosphere, theres a hazy stoned vibe that can actually be felt as well as heard, this is one drugged gauze for the listener to get involved in, totally wrapped up...in fact the whole disk got a physical feel, it pulls across channels with an unseen force, the unsuspecting recipient is virtually transported from one position to another without travelling, true psychedelia, positively shamanistic...these're the earlier sessions that were taking place in an 8track studio (the released LP was redone/finished in 16track) and its a different vibe completely, less full up but way more stoned in an organic way, there's an ages old mystic groove, alchemy in action, sound turned into energy with the power to move inner and outer body at the same time, blending twin entities...the apparent emptiness of these beginning ideas now seems heavier, less conscious yet more knowing, a possible rebound from the made mixology that was the preceeding wax, the magnificent, inspiring anthem disk from earlier in the year...'whats become of the baby', always the litmus test for true deadheads 'vs' light-weight interlopers who came in when it all became FM stylized hip capitalism at dead concerts/lame albums, is presented as originally conceived as a folky groove has already taken on an avant slant, with the ever-present tape hiss becoming an essential part of the process, adding ethereal weirdness, a visitation to king arthurs court to hear a new poem from across the marsh's of pre-history, from faraway lands, dream time in the modern LSD world, tranporting from within/without...the finished released effort has always been looked at as the deads 'sgt pepper' (always some kind of journalistic short cut/kiss of death) and its true in that this is a different group from the R&B days, but way more distinctive to the post 'live dead' watershed, just the way the fab4 were different on pepper, they didn't exist as any beginning or the end but they weren't anything to do with transition, they just were in an aberrant moment of unforeseen circumstances within the entertainment business...there is one nearly believable pepperism in the deads name becoming 'WE ATE THE ACID' when the cover is viewed with unquizzical eyes...a few other surprises await for the astral planes traveller with a ticket to nirvana and all points east...
...8 track...

jackie deshannon

...this is jackie getting a funky groove on at the back end of '68, just in time for the newly emerging singer/writer phenomenon (the fact that she had been such an artiste since the late '50s didn't matter-this was new territory)...this is jackie 'grown up', no longer being seen as an irrelevant perveyor of teenpop/MOR songstress, jackie reaching for a new audience that might be waiting for a new sound...being on an old fashion label (liberty) didn't help her get this audience, they had no idea how to market this new style so it all came to nothing (she had a minor hit with the bands big deal tune(the weight) but otherwise...)...with the brilliant illuminating vision of hindsight she should have gone to warner bros who were getting some kind market space with randy newman/van dyke parks (though they couldn't shift any of parks wax they still wanted him on the label, they tried their upmost with him), but all this don't take away the stone cold fact this is some barefoot funky stew that needs to be heard by all heads that dig the strong and mellow vibes that were happening roundabout this time, the 'get back' vibe that was getting stronger since the tapes from big pink had started getting widely circulated...a top spin and goes well with the carole king joint (th'city) that was out the same time...
...laurel...

...having spent the sixties writing some top pop and singing some cool tunes (girl group/folk rock), hanging out with the fab4 playing monopoly and generally grooving in the cool place it was time at the end of the decade to get some funky earthy grooves going, much like her contemporary, carole king who was also getting some serious granola biscuits on the simmer...recorded down in memphis this is a cool listen from front to back with some southern soul vibes mingling with the mung bean funk, low slung bourbon country missives from down home...definitely one of jackies most satisfying LPs and this is especially worthy of inspection as it comes with a bunch of other tracks recorded around the same time...solid goodness that hits the spot every time, top grist from a great artist...
...jacked...

honey ltd / eve

...a little known LP that came and went on the LHI label out of hollywood in 1968, so small was the stock copy it may not have actually been properly released to joe public...its real punchy studio produced off kilter sunshine pop, a disturbed lounge groove, but the lyrics are the thing to check with this biscuit...anti vietnam and drug comedowns are whats going on and that aint too usual with this kind of gear...cats digging the mamas'n'papas when they were messed up and falling apart will get a strong buzz off the grooves...mainly self penned (with a great version of louie louie) and compliments other efforts that could be deemed similar such as the feminine complex from nashville who were getting their one and only disk ready roundabout the same time...a mighty fine sound and extremely worthwhile and thats a fact...
...honey...

...when honey ltd called it a day sometime in '69 a few months went by as they individually looked around the hollywood scene to get the vibes, to pick up on the groove and maybe grab a piece of the latest trend, the laurel canyon laid back and funky style which was grabbing imaginations and mood of the times...again there's a nice amalgam of vibes from carole-king-style-tapestry-mellow-R&B to gospel in a delaney&bonnie downhome-hollywood reefer haze...country-soul rocking lounge moves suit the studio musos attitude to doing the session, but if they'd had some younger cats laying down a groove this would have been a stoned buzz (maybe the LA GETAWAY cats, joel scott-hill/johnny babata/chris ethridge would be cool)...like with the honey ltd wax there's more going on here than just the tunes, theres a mixing of generational styles, but they could not push it to the younger set who were digging joni/CSNY/ronstadt, plus others who're too lame to mention(remember)...the cover with its handmade look was certainly in vogue with the denim-funky-cheesecloth ideas but seems somehow already out of date, it looked like they were faking it but in many ways they were a precursor to the coming decade when the record company squares discovered cocaine and tried to peddle M.O.R as hip and vital sounds, though that ain't no reflection on this wax...again on the LHI imprint and its fate was sealed from day one, it sank without a trace, not even getting as far as the bargain bin, this wax just didn't like to travel past the sunset strip...
...take it...

burzum

...second demo from this lost soul of rock'n'roll...working on a couple of riffs and just sticking in a groove this can come on somewhat trancy especially on the better taped session...the downside of this could be that it led to vargs new age disks and that ain't necessarily a right thing to do...it could have been his latter day circumstances that led to new age but its got to be there in the system until the 'system' decides otherwise, but thats not any concern right now as this is a good enough exercise in teenage rock expression without financial gain to merit underground rock heads get a lobeful of this swill and splatter...put some stun behind some of this and theres a direct linear path to link wray(a stoned link wray mainly its got to be said)...this is loner stoner from deep within ancient forests where the earth gods roam sending messages of hope to cats from tomorrow who dwell in the incessant riff of hep vibrations...
...riff...

...first market place offering from the count, comes complete with droning buzzing squeeeling guitars and some strangely '70's hard rock riffs to occasionally lighten up the agony of this screeeching gonesville racket...this is most assuredly some heavy agony being exerted with a disgust that is rarely present in rock'n'roll, the amount of waxings with this much gauze of revoltion can be counted in the single digit...vargs vocal style gets straight to the point and down to the wire, it lets cats into his netherworld of ancient pain that is not a happy place, not a place to inhabit for longer than this disc allows for, this is a stern area that only the hardiest of fool hardy need tread...as a public health warning, cats of a nervous disposition might wish to see whats in the medicine draw before proceeding into the depths of the counts frozen landscape...layabouts who summon the will to get a nearer beam on varg will need the information that if ever there was some wax that needed hearing before heavy listening takes place this is it...in fact play this disc in the room whilst loafing outside then check back to see what damage may have occured during the burzum tenure, its the only way...sorts heads from civilians without too much effort...
...screaming pain...

...this is more gruesome visitations in the form of a 3 track extended play where we see varg letting loose with more noise pollution from his stanky northern basement...buzzsaw droning splattering swill with the count growling and exorsising his pain and disgust with everything he sees around him...a cold dark nightmare that reflects the suffering anguish the square society does not want to contemplate...as usual spin with the setting on stun and watch the walls shake and the air turn a strange colour of grey...
...splat...

...the murky fog and generational tape hiss haze here is possible entrance into some psychedelic netherworld full of distortion and distraction with little hope of returning the same...although an illicit recording by a cat who seems to be wandering around at this oslo '92 gig its caught the whole basement black metal ethic of punked out cheap recording, and of keeping it real...this should have got a proper release and upped the whole standard of BAD sound (this makes the mayhem demo look major corporate rock whoredom)...the whole room seems to spin round and due to all the distraction present, listening makes for a trancy time as a cats got to concentrate and all conscious thought of the outside world disappears as occasional bad tempered gutteral bursts erupt over nonstop machine drumming...small infections of basic riff screaching ooze from the primordial swamp of fowl sludge enticing the listener ever onward...under the right conditions this makes it into the avant garde parallel universe of cinema verite/found sound/glimpses in time/momentary recording...thats the first side, side two is some prog? suite of ambient ancient space rock where the centuries call out to the ancestors secret codes of esoterica...again due to the cheap synth whacked out recording (not to mention gliches and scrapes), this is cool for layabouts who got a sense of humour, otherwise prog purists who dig the squeaky clean sound of lesser combos such as college proggers yes and floyd and t.dream are going to have to resort to heavy narcotic pillows to weather the 23 minutes of e.c comix weirdness...
...urrg...

bob smith

...operating in the same california sun baked weirdness as merrill fankhauser and bobby brown this small label double wax offering from 1970 will please cats who dig their wig lifters played by capable musos as opposed to degenerate layabouts...inflections of jazzy singer/songwriter vibes intermixed with plenty acid guitar choogle and a semi underground basement style sound help push this in the right direction and away from the bland laid back warble and strum that was creeping into west coast rock at a far too alarming rate...not exactly a swirly mind soup bubbler as some unscrupulous bread head scum try to make out to keep the collector price up, but its well cool and useful for those green lazy days when a complex but mellow flowing groove is called for...
...stay awhile...

bobby brown

...righteous cosmic hippy shenanigans from bobby brown, the first of three long play joints he managed to release in the early seventies on his own label...its kind of like a down market tim buckley, during the latters starsailing days (much less jazzy though) with an array of home made instruments and a six octave voice...carl wilson from the beach boys was heard to utter 'incredible but it wont sell' when he first came within earshot of the disk and he was right on both counts...side two is played as is, live, no overdubs, just bobby reaching out to the beyond with feet pumping the pedals and fingers all over the keyboards and shaking shakers plus anything else he can grasp...this is very much in the loner stoner vibe with bobby rambling in the sleeve notes about the religious knowledgeand understanding of future physics that at the time of writing only he had access to (as we see we're dealing with a HIGHer consciousness's unbridled ego, this is tempered somewhat by the note that he's available for parties, no doubt on other planets)...may take a few spins to get the juice out of this but one thing is certain, he's real, he had belief in himself, whether he's a rich-kid hippy or not is hard to make out (possibly is), but he does have love for the human race and round about this part of kooksville thats a fine thing...possibly one of a few select waxings that can truly be called groovy (in a non-commercial or trite way), this has good vibes pouring off, a cats just got to get receptive and the magic cloud will appear to drift away on...a definite mystical other vibe happening, a oneness with himself in a post beatnik, not new age way, this is too wobbly for new age, much more in a 'vision-from-the gone-world' style, the idea that jack kerouac might agree with this statement is open to debate, probably depended on how much beer kerouac had imbibed, but this don't deminish the fact that bobby has intimate understanding of the gone world, a tripped out cat from the furthest reaches of the ENDZONE who has the answer, at least one answer anyhow...
...cosmic...

d.r hooker

...giving the cover of this early seventies bargain bin gem a look, cats can surmise this hippy was a bit of a free thinker when it came to satorial elegance, as its a given this cat thought the cult look would catch on with heads and rubes alike...the inside wax is pretty cool at trying to give out different vibes for different lobes, going from one style to another is no problem, it all sounds right with each of the tracks flowing in and out together...the whole shebang kicks off with some stoner psych racket with fx overload and then on through jazzboing, lounge, louisms (he digs reed a fair amount and cops a couple of third LP velvets moves here and there)...all rolled into one acid dream this is a hep disk for green afternoons when the sun streams through the dusty garret panes...does not disappoint...
...truth...

tim buckley

...the new seven oh decade brought a new direction from tim as he embarked on a more avant jazz trip...this last recording for the once mighty elektra label see's a great slab of hep droning jazzbo explorations that took adventurous cats to a different level every time it was spun...another cool thing about this LP was the fact it was a cutout bin clogger for a couple of years so the perenial broke head could grab hold, before it came to dropping off the cultural underground radar for a quarter century...one of those disks that needs to be heard a couple of times before listening proper to get the full impact...highly recommended as is all buckley grist...
...soar away...

mount rushmore

...these low rent beer swillers got to finding their mystic home at the swampy intersection where R'n'B racket meets psychedelic heavy blues rock, the bilge pond that bubbles and gloops with septic festerings...stoner sludge choogle fueled on cheap acid and booze, these cats could easily induce a bad trip lasting a whole weekend when prolonged exposure at a frisco ballroom gig was happened upon by unsuspecting hippys...the first wax has some looser style slop jams while the second sees the combo tightening up the groove (but not too much, there's still chaos in the vibe)...the perfect antidote back in the day when left coast hippys were turning onto rural rock meanderings...both joints are worthwhile and bring a smile and certainly good stuff for cats who dig the blurred mess of psychosis...
...high69...

guru guru

...what with all the carryings on of the avant garde, those serious cats getting a bit loose with the ever widening horizons of the new music that was coming from the perceived (by the avantsters) pop music it was enevitable that the rock cats in turn would want to see what the avant garde was all about...this k-rock power trio explosion got hold of all manner of studio trickery and slapped it furiously over their incessant swill until a new rock had been formed...a perfect first LP that laid out their intent and purpose whilst showing others what the new seven oh decade could bring...
...avant here...

kyuss

...a very nice film of sludge creeps over this early nineties skronked pile of stoner hard rock blowout...its like standing in the hot midday sun and having ones mind soup fry and bubble with gloopy swamp gas...sounds like it was recorded in a good sounding room as opposed to produced in a studio and thats real cool as the rumbling volcanic bass eruptions from primordial tarpits just slam into heavy trip ancient outer-world detroit ballroom pummel guitar shenanigans all laid over thunderous drums pounding out hypnotic messages to any cat willing to receive...
...baked...

mother superior

...real nice second disk from this west coast seven oh inspired hard rocking trio...these modern day cats're coming on heavy with some riffing funky-blueswailing splatter that sums up everything good from the 68/73 axis of small town cream/hendrix/grand funk/skynyrd infatuated cellar dwelling stoners...a real surprising throw back to the earlier age of fx-pedal rocking madness...recommended and then some, dig it...
...screach and wah...

shiver

...here's a nice exemplification of what can only be considered basement level freak acid rock splatter dateing from the early seventies, nearer to the messy drug pummel of the 60's than the hard rock sound that went onto score corporate bread for some sell out/easily persuaded rock musos...digging the wares on offer one thing comes on like a stone cold certainty which is that when out record hunting these cats obviously didn't have too much scratch and even between the three of them they only managed to score one LP and that was a cutout copy of the second blue cheer LP, but they lovingly played it alot, everyday, two or three times...they took the cheers earlier wrecked teenage stoner blast to heart and came on strong with their own version, thats the basis for their lunging ambling rock'n'roll assault mixed in with fx-pedal noodling...though true to say there was an over abundance of this sort of combo back in the day, most never getting anywhere near a recording studio of any sort theres no need for rose coloured spectacles to aid any hindsight for this is one groovily excellent look at third generation ballroom racket-mongers...legend has it they played a lot of free gigs and street fayres along with biker beer-bashes so their hearts were in the right place if' commercially they had long since missed the train to glory...
...drug mess...

neu!

...expanding expansive landscapes for the mind to travel spaceways in and out, round and round to become invisible and at one with the universe...on and on and on it goes moving to and fro from the beginning through to further along, never ending even when the disk is not playing, the vibes are pulsating with hyper light, bringing forth energy to prolong the trip...its not unreasonable to say that this wax really needs to be heard through cans for that total experience deeply immersed in the krautrock bubbles of yesteryear...
...pulsate...

...blip and bleep and whirl, along come the swelling and spreading tenracles of ensnaring noise, motoriffic grooves of epic proportions, pounding out cosmonautical echoes that reach deep to the other side where the all illuminating drone rules, the pace of constant movement that seems to stand aloof from the normal activities, constant molecular restructuring to remain just one step removed from the micro second before there was any knowledge of temporal readjustment...thats just side one, side two has the hippy pranks (the groove shall not be spoilt for cats who ain't heard this) that drove cats to distraction and made this duo famous in the tripped hash world of the underground...
...whirl...

kim fowley

...this wax being a really nice visitation for a half hour to kims world where we meet some of his friends who read some poetry, kim pretends to be a deejay and phones unsuspecting citizens, some avant mooging and a couple of rockers and country tunes...a very entertaining wax which is full of good clean fun...

...good..

...the king of the underworld launches another assault on the square denizens of planet earth by announcing he's bad and its great to be alive, two things cuboids are never sure of...this is half hour of sunset strip trance voodoo straight out of the swamps that permeate the back alleys from the other side of the tracks...always hated by the music industry for his tendency to make pure rock'n'roll and make/lose bundles of bread without seeminly trying, just coming on in a sheer whirlwind of fun type madness and just generally kicking out the jams...he'd been listening to the stones 'let it bleed' while knocking this out with refined keefisms over purloined riffs from his past and others...the musicians are top flight session cats doing afterhours when they got through doing some laurel canyon snooze-up all day, cutting some hotcha metherdrine psyched boogey frenzy while kim invokes howling wolf to utter the netherworld beatnik poetry...
...bad...

heartbreakers

...here we're privileged to have access to an early gig from these NYC gutter chemists which sees the whole of this set list as a virtual greatest hits already, proving these cats had it in the bag right from the getgo...even if they had given up the rocking and stayed in the pharmaceutical business full time this would be a perfect snapshot of mid 70's basement scuzzball rhythm noise...
...mothers...

patti smith

...patti's first long player came as some kind of revelation, even to cats who'd seen her live or checked the 'hey joe' 45...mind thwacking rock'n'roll with hallucinogenic poetry was not the sort of thing that was happening in mid seven oh land, specialy on a major label...it was like the whole tapestry of rocking noise being rewove into an avant explosion of past and future void

opening vibrations...a meeting of time and space in the middle of a cats cranium...the optimism this wax brought to countless heads alone makes this one of the all time hep stonking great efforts in the hundred years of recording...being produced by john cale hooks this up nicely to the velvets legend which was still extant slightly (the whole continuous trance vibe cale had picked up from lamont youngs eternal music performances, gave patti an excuse to wig out endlessly) and by kicking the LP off with 'gloria' patti places this in a linear position to the song that started the whole mid sixties garage blast and shows her knowledge of the importance of rock'n'roll as life affirming substance, not just entertainment...this has got to be patti at the peak of her powers, she was putting the groove down like no one else at the time, it didn't get any better, patti was sailing waters that had been still for ages, now the waves were crashing onto the rock'n'roll sands...maybe not quite as revolutionary sounding anymore but under the right circumstances and conditions this makes it home every time...
...johnny...

haymarket square

...this combos main claim to any and all fame seems to be they were part of a live 'art' gallery happening coming complete with a light show of the psychedelic persuasion at the windy city museum of modern art back in the day when things like that were allowed to come to fruition...this waxing is the soundtrk of that performance...its pretty much 6 longish tracks of frisco acid-ballroom folkrock with some R'n'B /blues underpinning...a nice example of the west coast vibe /sound/optical-weirding moving eastward and getting picked up by the art establishment, no doubt they didn't want to miss out on something new and hopefully different even though its a no lose gamble they didn't really understand any of what was going on...
...magical...

slade

...although there's no perceivable psychedelic noises on this platter there is a definite influence of the post psych vibe to a couple of the numbers which mixes in a transitional move with the kind of semi tuneful hard rock and thud pop that make up this disk...the sort of racket that was going on in backrooms and cellar clubs the length and breadth of merrie olde england for a couple of years before pub rock and the rise of glam to counteract the muicianly moves of the 'progressive' hordes of middle class twerps that were gaining hold in colleges and bigger halls...the title of this wax is totally spot on and should be heeded to the letter...
...thud...

raspberries

...first thing a cats got to know about these disks is that the spirit of macca fab4ness looms pretty large and if that meets with approval on the chillometer then its a big A-OK as what's happening on these first two waxings from these cleveland anglo poppers is some looking back to go forward...they couldn't see any future in noodling stale acid rock and bolting good teen songwriting to some riffing and style of earlier years looked a pretty viable option...when played back to back #2 wax comes off stronger but played individually there's much to dig on each...anyhow turn it up and grab an earfull...
...anglo pop...

francoise hardy

...its like this, francoise is so cool on this wax its as if she's been making her habitat in the fridge and that's a stone cold fact that cant be disputed here there or anywheres...this whole disk has such a solid gonesville laid back beatnik vibe its unreal...the whole deal is the real-deal but whats really up is she loves the rockabilly groove here in a real hep continental eurostyle that has genuine boho authority that makes this one of the all time topper-most-groovacious disks in the tapestry that weaves the spiritual rock'n'roll story...ain't no cat or layabout only going to listen to this once in a while, this is serious repeat spin daily as francoise casts a spell that makes the whole universe and beyond come one with the sound and there ain't too many disks that really have the ability to do that...its truly addictive and its a rare phenomenon that only comes down the pike every few years and this has been working the beatnik magic for 45 yehyeh years and it ain't stopping any time soon...
...yeh yeh...

angels of light meet the angry love orchestra

...the ambience of the room, the ambience of the moment when all was pulled back from the brink, the near losing of the moment, pig oppression versus free expression, when T.O.P.Y had the forces of law and order giving out with the heavy handed forces of unappointed power, leaving the tapestry of life with more fraying edges...recorded 23rd april 1988 in london(uk), back when maybe rock'n'roll/cults/hippys were still considered dangerous to the well being of the state, still dangerous to business as the pig did their utmost to stop this gathering from taking place (as if a few hippy cats talking wide eyed would ruin the stock market but economics is a feather light concept that sometimes will only stand up when selling pornography and unfeasibly addictive drugs to the cats that can only be

least capable of taking the deviant concept to full fruition)...gathered into the surroundings that give a covering to the free cats who live by the outlaw rule that demands upmost adherence to the real truth that can only the original thinker can adhere to, a garden of light that must by definition be invisble to the unwashed ones, the ninety nine plus percent that don't deserve anything that don't happen when it ain't coming down from the supreme clown, the all seeing sage from the ancient ones, the guardians of inner spirit...when the unspoken ones surround the central mind of good karma there is one way to escape for as long as it takes and thats to get a buzz down the warehouse of dreams, the dream that comes from the willing mind to hop the train that goes by the spur route, the route to deserts that come from an excess of feeding on the teat of capitalistic degradation...as the word from on high disciplines the hallways of always will prevail until thevsubmission to the void is of infinite importance free the mind NOW otherwise its hormone growth from the cattle of slaughter troughs in places near to where its too close...THINK BEFORE YOU SINK...
...psychic...

seeds

...one of the most sussed rock'n'roll combos of all time...these cats had the sus from the getgo when all others had not a clue...in the city of the angels the beatnix, hooligans and riffraff galore came to check the seeds whose talents were legendary on the burgeoning underground scene and also with the local top40 following chicks...one, and possibly their most important talent was conceptual continuity in the riff department and cosmic life affirming poetry...when it came to recycling riffs the seeds had and have no competition...these cats wrote the greatest rocking riff ever with 'pushin' too hard' from the first LP and they had the forsight to know that a riff if used correctly will last a lifetime...the use of the phrase 'night 'n day' shows frontman sky had a cosmic awareness that the sun will shine in the morning allowing for another day to follow the previous night, a wonderful sense of the positive allowing for light to shine at the end of the dark tunnel that often envelops the troubled soul...another talent was becoming the stones during the lady jane velvet collar period...if ever a small rest was taken from the riff that ruled these cats had visions they were the stones of the sunset strip and became wistful and hep with beautiful chelsea kings road vibrations which in turn lead to sneaky hep lyrics that included many pharmaceutical references...the main track on this platter has got to be the 14 minute jam that ends the proceedings, showing that they knew the moves in trance jamming(possibly)better than the velvets and thats a monumental feat in any cats estimation...one of the truely bossest combos to ever walk the walk of the hollywood alleyways in the dangerous hours between night and day...
...up in her room...

...3rd LP from these LA punksters, doyens of the sunset strip, dropped in early '67, just in time to cash in on the emerging flower power craze that was hitting big in certain locales (sky has tried many times in the past to claim credit for starting the whole flower power shenanigans, skys belief in his own importance to groovy times is paramount to understanding the incredible vibe that comes from these tunes)...extremely cool sounds that really need the headphones to get that extra buzz...some punk snobs dont want to deal with this one, as its a bit off the tracks thats normally trodden by this combo, what with all the sound of extra instuments in the background that help give it that hep summer of love vibration, but if and a cat reads the liner notes they'll see that any other sounds not emanating from the group is purely in the listeners head, so that clears that up...great wax and still lots of fun with skys up to the minute flower poetry...
...flower lady...

brett smiley

...the lost legend goes something like this: over in olde london towne in the bar at bibas boutique in the year of nineteen and seventy three there was a summit meeting called by andy loog between 4 decadent, wayward glam individuals by the names of marc, david, mick and jobraith...sitting innocently on the counter was a small jar of fairy dust and loog in his wisdom commanded the 4 to touch the container and concentrate with all their collective being so the resulting alchemy would produce the ultimate pop star to grab some of the apparently abundant teeny-glam loot that was just floating around aimlessly just waiting for someone to pick it up...from out of seemingly nowhere appeared the glamorously wasted brett and upon peaking at this visage andy knew he had the perfect foil to get in the hit parade and to clean up...this is one of the greatest glampop platters any cat could wish for but as far as andy loog was concerned it all came to a big zero...only 2 tracks were released at the time and the rest was left in the can in some dusty room for 30 years...luckily now all cats can dig the wonderous sound of brett doing what he did best...being the prettiest star cooing beautifully for thirty gorgeous minutes of total glamness...
...va va...

nice

...initially formed to back pat arnold from the ikettes who had recently billeted herself in olde london towne, they were going down a storm with the newly emerged underground audience specially their long bombastic proto-prog workouts with lashings of keyboard play and showmanship from keith...the intriguingly titled first wax had some good psychedout poprock and a couple of those aforementioned bombasts...good effort and still sounds like the work of cats having fun...
...psych...

ron geesin

...this first disk from ron connected with a few heads in the flower power days of 1967, the year when anything seemed possible...he'd worked on the material for most of the previous year and finally decided to use the 14 tracks here...nonsense verse, surreal poetry plus all manner of odd ditties mix it up with banjo strumming, piano plunking and harmonium wheezing with some very nice tape collage stereo panning (always a plus with these records from distant days)...many people have tried these ideas and most fail mainly as they wear out so soon after the first hearing by not having that added extra which ron definitely has, which is a friendly and unassuming presence...stands up well and bears repeated spins...
...eyebrow...

...when giving a go round with ron a cats got to get well in the zone so a pipe may come in handy for suspending belief in the possible and grooving with the reality of absurdity, thats the only way to be to get anywhere near whats on offer with this early seventies disk released on rons own label...this taking control of his output may have been a good thing as there ain't no way a capitalist square organisation going to get 1% understanding of whats going down with these stories and musical knick-nax of high order weirdity...considering ron was chums with the floyd its a wonder why his immense dream power never really rubbed off on those architects of normality but such concerns are not relevant here...cats who dig ivor cutler/goons/musical tomfoolery will get a blast with this, its a forgone conclusion...
...standing...

aerosmith

...there is some well nifty swaggering boogie riffing hard rock on this second blast from the 'smith and basically we see the whole blueprint for what they'll do in future years is in place (unfortunately it will be watered down to fit the needs of the general population of teen stoners, the great unwashed masses who were suddenly locked into FM rotation radio, but that needn't concern cats withan eye to rocking right now)...every track moves along real nice with some good humour that they seem to excel in placing just where its needed without resorting to comical phrasing and well in evidence is some tasty guitaring...good effort and easy to see that the clean production helps bring tunes to full realisation...
...flying...

...first thing a rocking cat has got to do at this late date is forget the last 4 decades happened to this bunch of suburban hillbillys...after the 'smith were discovered by the citizens of amerikkka, the great unwashed, the culturally moribund slaves to hypnotic death ray TV, the band went downhill faster than fast in their desperate attempt to keep the drugged teenys happy with weak and lousy riffs that got evermore lacklustre with every passing slab...but hold the phone a moment, there was a time when the 'smith knew exactly how a total rocking slice should be constructed and this is precisely whats happening here...blues based hard rock riffing with a few leftover psych moves and some good old R'n'B with a couple of nods to late six oh glimmer twin business...well tasty and that cant be denied...these disks must be considered, when all is taken into account their best moves, their great contribution to 'rocking up the joint'...
...high...

terry reid

...cats prone to digging a bit of history might be interested in a few facts...like first off terry was offered the job of fronting jimmy pages new yardbirds but turned the offer down as he wanted to get his own combo off the ground...he did suggest an old mucker by the name of bobby plant who decided, after no moments hesitation to give the job a whirl...terry then was tipped by the teeny mags to be the face of '68 but got beat out by pete frampton at the last minute...all this makes no never mind as these discs are total blasters of power trio epic proportions... great blue eyed R'n'B shouting, nice guitar and some terrific organ swells which are well funky, make no mistake, jake...they hold up extremely well in this day and age and make some of the then competition look a bit lost and muddleheaded...chronological heads may wish to know the last two tracks on each disk represent singles and maybe should be played first to dig the times in which they originally appeared...younger cats who dig the late six oh racket but ain't hep to these will not be disappointed when they're spinning...top grist...
...not zep...

stalk forrest group / blue oyster cult

...now this is a very nice artifact of days gone by, the unreleased '69 album from early b.o.c when they were known to no one as the stalk forrest group...its a rocking blast which comes complete with some nice quicksilver style guitar but on a much more consise and economical tip, not extended ballroom jams, this is compact, never meandering from its true path...the arrangements give off a mild air of pete townshend meets west-coast acid rock (with a bit of country rockthrown in, though thats more than likely a temporal thing, a couple years on and that wouldn't be there)...why elektra failed to release this debut gem is a strange puzzler as this is right up there with other highly unknown top draw combos (clear light/love/quill/wackers) making the label the heppest of hep...this coaster comes complete with demos and mono 45 arthur comics, very very cool and chipper...
...arthur...

...as we know these cats were the stalk forrest group scoring a contract with elektra records it seemed a though things were starting to look up for them but as luck would have it the deal fell through leaving one of the tributaries of rock, (a tributary that could lead the sixties adventurers into the new decade), to cast around for new ideas and deals...looking back its easy to see that elektra didn't like the look of the forrest and having had their hands burnt over the MC5/Hudson record store fiasco they weren't about to get mixed up with ideas they couldn't control, besides the laurel canyon wimpers were ascending in 'hipness' at certain colleges with liberal earth shoe tendencies so that was an easy option, the cosy singers would kick up no fuss (just snort up mega doses of coke)...a good lead into this wax from a slightly different perspective, a perspective called steppenwolfs 'at your birthday party' which although not sounding like each other theres a definite certain something that links these disks...the main thrust of this first effort under the cult name sees the earlier decades ballroom psych explosions economically brought down in size to three minute grooves of driving acid rock still informed by the blues but much more forward looking without being avant garde or quirky, this is where the reefered denizens of low rent beer joints go to the 'readin' room' and drop a tab to journey to the dream spheres...the second side is more psychy, bringing the more serious exponents of altered state rocking into line with the new decades travels, dig track 6 being the '66 elevators without even thinking about it, theres no setting out to recreate a sound, just morphing the vibes and riding with the flow...a great start to their new venture and name, a start that would be followed by 3 more magnificent efforts, working in the focal point of obscurity getting mentions in the square and undeground press by such heavy hitting culture journos as richard meltzer/lester bangs but ignored most places like the radio but getting small localized followings from stoners looking for the new thrill...up until 1975 there was really no need to explain their tunes but when they had top 40 hit around the world with the 'reaper' it all started to get codified and they became more conscious of certain sounds and themes that became formula with fading currency but gaining massive popularity with the squares...
...cultishness...

dorris henderson and john renbourn

...a bit of a transatlantic meeting in olde london towne on this very nice waxing from 1965, with strong voice from dorris and some tiptop jazzyfolk picking from john...old and new, colonial and olde world songs are delivered with a good sense of purpose and give a good idea of what these two would have been doing in the folky clubs at the times while no doubt annoying the folk purists who wished to dictate what should and shouldn't be done in their precious clubs...excellent biscuit that doesn't get tiresome...last two tracks are from their one and only single from the same year...
...there you go...