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guitars of the golden triangle

...one things for certain here, as certain as certain can be, that is these sounds are blasted, well and truly, one way or another these're totally gonesville...it may be the original wax is all beat up and scratches all over, or the recording/production is way into the screeching treble zone with the bass hardly registering or the ensembles all sound as if a heavy opium haze has enveloped the preceedings...its burmese pop, but pop as seen through eyes and ears that are copping licks from western pop, bits of rock'n'roll/surf/c&w and smearing the whole shebang into another sound completely...squeaky ear-spliting guitars/keyboards that are rough and ready, funky to the max/vocals give off with wailing pleas from other worlds...some of it is psychedelic, but mainly inadvertently psychedelic, but as cats who been checking the bottom line in rock'n'roll exploitation know, fake or accidental psych is way better than the 'real thing'...as mentioned the production is uniformly basement which helps give the feeling this is beeming in from another planet and of course the golden triangle sure was/is anotherworld...this is crazy daddy-o, hepped-up and gone to flip city one more time...
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