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Showing posts with label 60s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 60s. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Exercising Some Control
Continuing with Mr. Roy Harper. Probably not one of his best albums, but definitely early on, and the guitar playing is already hypnotically brilliant if the songwriting isn't all that. I love it, in any case, and you may too.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I'd Like Our Little Drama To Have A Happy End
A lost classic of the end-of-the-60s, featuring spectacular production values and made-to-be-sampled sonics, wrapped around sugary hippie pop. There's a lot going on here, if you can get past the Monkees-on-meth sweetness. I keep listening to this again and again and I think it's beginning to affect my brain.
Monday, December 14, 2009
You Spoiled All My Fun
Very strange and compelling minimalist homemade-synth and maximalist drummer duo, from end-of-60s NYC. Some songs are more compelling than others, but the lyrics gain depth as you listen, and the sonic textures are really unlike any other band before or since. And then just when you've got it figured out, there's a song with banjo.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Liver Damage
This sounds like possibly the creme de la creme of bootlegs. Thank you, internet.
http://stadiumstudios.blogspot.com/2009/08/rolling-stones-liver-than-youll-ever-be.html
http://stadiumstudios.blogspot.com/2009/08/rolling-stones-liver-than-youll-ever-be.html
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Weighted Down By The Gun
One of those CD reissues that would have been better without all the bonus tracks. I mean, I love bonus tracks. I just don't want to hear them while I'm listening to the album. If you know what I mean. I'm not sure where the original album left off, but I cut this into two pieces (usual size restriction reasons) and it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if you didn't bother with the second piece.
Anyway, this is demented country-rock genius, containing psychedelically blissful harmonies and airy free-fall in song form, as well as Waylon-on-Quaaludes moments, and also a startlingly Tom Waits impression, time travelled 20 years early.
Supposedly Skip, having broken up Moby Grape by taking an axe to a bandmate's hotel room door, got out of the mental hospital and rode his motorcycle cross-country to the studio, where he made the album completely alone. What you hear here matches the myth, though possibly not in the ways you'd think.
No relation to Joseph Spence.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Underneath the Sticks and Stones are Lots of Little Demons
The Kinks were always contrary-- when everybody else was playing psychedelic rebel, they made a record celebrating 'donald duck, vaudeville, and variety'. Richly painted portrait-and-landscape songs, nostalgic and adventurous and worth coming back to again and again. There's a recent remastered extended edition release which is probably worth buying (I once heard a vocal-less version of 'Phenomenal Cat' on the radio and nearly cried with joy)-- but this is the normal version, for your delectation.
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