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Friday, July 21, 2006

ZODIACS: "COME"/"GONE"

"COME": One of the greatest intros I've ever heard (let it never be said that this blog ever succumbs to needless hyperbole)...a field-recording in a bar or someone's romper-room playing whatthefuckwasthat far too loudly for a few seconds; some background noise, shouting...I love hearing things that I don't understand...



Supergroup alert! Officers, arrest these men on sight for they are a threat to modern (ptui!) civilisation:



"Grim Jim Gypsy": ha! genius!

Okay: from left to right-on (hope I got this rite): Keith Wood of Hush Arbors, Clay Ruby of Davenport Family and James Toth of Wooden Wand, etc infamy. My God, how the heavens must've trembled when these three assembled...I met Keith briefly at the Bristol Sunburned shindig: top bloke! Ah, they're all top blokes...

"Born Free": 14 minutes of blistering acid sludge-rock ...bass n drums barely awake, smothered under a vibrating pillow of wah-wah & oscillation/feedback mayhem...a couple of Duul-ish moments, but only if they'd been forcefed horse-tranqs. Muffled basement-jam thrills aplenty.

"Laugh Now/"Space Rider": More of the same, but (even better) with a gtr that crawls around on the ceiling and some bubbling electronics that try and surface thru the murk...2 minutes in, the track lurches forward in a Hawkwind-esque fashion then quickly collapses in on itself. Ouch! Mumbling overloaded vocals and a cascading gtr-line that chases itself upstairs on steps of echo. The jam keeps imploding and auto-restarting, referencing Sabbaff riffs and Blue Cheer and allsortsa needlessly heavy-psych nonsense that you won't read about in NME-dot-fucking-com...teenagers, get back to yr rooms now! and do yr homework; leave this to the pros: for old fart acidheads only...dilly-tantes need not apply...normal humans will mis-hear this and think it's a bunch of spliffed-out yanks fucking about in the garage, instead of the total utter genius that it is...dust off yr Man albums now, o foooolish mortal...

Keeee-rist, but I've spent a long time deliberately twisting my mind to the point where stuff like this sounds utterly fab, on demand...I even like Curved Air now, and Uriah Heap...it's like hardcore Shaolin spacerock training...it takes dedication...no, it's a fucking vocation.

But, worry not, even tho' this sounds like a gruuuuesome mess to yr untrained ears, one day you too will hear it as rapturous angelsong. Start practicing now, bub. I recommend you start w/ something nice and easy like Montrose, then work yr way up to full-on barbarian rock via Humble Pie bootlegs...

There's no reason to be scared. Everything's gonna be okay.

Well, actually, no...

"GONE":



Jeez...The (3) Stooges meets MC5 meets Mainliner meets Ten Years After somewhere Beyond the Purple Veil of Yando...D-distorto Wah-Wah work-out on a crashing aircraft that suddenly inverts its flightpath and heads upwards into the stratospheeeer...

Ah, fuck, you can write the rest of the review; I'm gonna kick back and give this a good listenin'...

Life's too short: your soul's in mortal peril, fool! You cannot afford to be w/out these two CD-Rs, lest demons consume ya from w/in...just let that fuzz/wah-wah combo scratch all the grit out from th'inside of yr skull and everything will make sense.

Later on, they play some meanderin' Spaceblues that'll have you crawlin' on all-fours making beetle-noises like the punk dog-bitch you are...

"Get off my coffin!" yells Mr Wood, while someone makes growling noises and falls onto the drum-kit.



Tony the Tiger says; Man, they'rrrrre grrrrrrr-eeeat!