bruce palmer

...when the buffalo springfield finally called it a day a few different things happened, what with some of them making whinging wooden music and a whole pile of bread, some made some country pop and a decent enough living suckering the roobes and bruce palmer made this hazy psychedelic free jazz blow-out...consisting of just 4 meandering jams, naturally this is the LP out of all of them that makes any sense today of belonging to a time when experimental sounds were permeating the ether, when a sense of adventure was still in the's not too far fetched to see this on ESP-Disk with its open ended trance jamming, kind of like a free flowing organic krautrock that just grooves along going wherever the vibe takes it (dig the end of the first track, a 16 minute voyage into the moment where all of a sudden the stones 'satisfaction' riff pops up only to be swallowed whole and turn into another moment of NOWness)...keyboards vamp, violins scrape and squeak, bells jingle and rattle, flutes bubble and flurry, bongos bong and underpinning the whole shebang is palmers bass plopping and bopping along, moving and grooving and getting funky laid back...some cats from kaleidoscope help out making this one of the great last and lost west coast hippy offerings, going extremely well with a fresh pipe on lazy afternoons of beatnik activity...


  1. fascinating "other" music, thank you!

  2. this is the best post springfield joint by far if we take the buffalo s. more solid work (ie. 9 minute bluebird) as a starting point...