...this is one of those LPs that transpose two eras while inextricably linked to one the others never far from this case the eras are the mid '70s looking back to the '60s, the ghosts of such 'real' luminaries and visionaries as the elevators and SRC(1st & 2 wax)and the vibes of san francisco ballroom R&B/avantpsych combo, the other half...a forward looking motion pervades giving the sound an urgent feel, always waiting to throw shafts of guitar noise in economical burst, that depending on a cats intake of sweet smoke can last for as long as they last though within the confines of 'physical' time dwell many temporal structures...interesting also is the fact that this was released on elektra records, once a label to trust but fell into bad practise with regard to not putting out any of the hotcha grooves from planet strange, a sixties brand if there ever was one had by 1977 found the true spirit of 'pioneerin' rock'n'roll once again...the true spirit of the doors first wax, loves first, MC5 and not to forget that magnificent pop weld from crabby appleton, all grooved forward injections of rocking and poetry slamming its way into consciousness of hep cats everywhere...because of the release date and the fact they're hooked up to CBGBs, access to promotion in euroland and touring they got picked up by the punk generation, at least the ones who partake of the leaf, which gave them the necessary push to glory and longevity of name if not momentous as the first pere ubu in laying down new ground rules for psychedelic rocking (ubu psych was more prog avant but travelling similar early paths in disk release)...definite psychedelic dungeon vibes call out, offering new hope to all who were floundering in doldrums of despair waiting for the guiding light offering elevation(as indeed roky/tommys elevators had a decade before)...this copy is not newly tweaked and messed with to make it sound 'fuller' on the 'modern stereo set up', this is what was originally heard when cats were listening back in the day, a nice trebly edgy sound, rough bits still intact not smoothed into air conditioned states of prozac inertia...the cover shouts homemade, local combo makes a disk, which is a nice plus today though not noticed as such back awhiles, it just seemed new and economic of style, miles away from prog 'masterpiece' artwork...

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