Sunday

unfolding

...studio cats get together and jam out some tunes for a quick hippy cash-in and unexpectedly for all concerned it turns out to be real good, not the usual rehash of old tracks or lame lounge acts getting the whole deal into one non-understanding mess...plenty of tape manipulation and channel hopping which is real cool and groovy scene and makes for chipper reefeded-out 6-oh listening...second side is for meditaion (first side is the freakout party) and is packed out with some funky sitar strumming and weirded out wordage for contemplation...bells and cymbals tinkle and clang and whistles wizz about the stereo spectrum making this as high on the rotation pile in any pad in flipsters paradise...the whole wax is so much better than the actual music scene its hoping to represent itself as, or at least parody...who else sounds like in any given moment the fugs/tim leary/folk-rock-acid-pop (insert fave '67 combo here)/dylan/beaver'n'krause/jeremy steig/zappa, and all knocked out in a few hours...a wild ride clyde and that cant be denied...
...exploit...

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