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...digging this wax in the new century it becomes more obvious as the days go by this is one of the most important disks to ever get itself out to the waiting heads...bringing centuries of tribal noise to meet head on with new ways of urban cultural thinking for a new way of being, it's the perfect noodle popper to accompany the freeing of the soul from the tyranny of the corporate downpressor war machine...certain rock snobs like to underplay this debut platter in favor of the more outthere avant 'trout mask' but the latter could not have existed without the hep mangulations on this joint...included also are a bunch of jams recorded at the 'plain brown wrapper' session in late 67...
...freaked tribal electric country jazz-blues as dadaist statement or possibly dadaist statement as freaked tribal electric country jazz-blues...according to underground legend some of the tunes were supposedly to go on a double wax to be called 'comes to you in a plain brown wrapper' which was going to consist of some long freaked jams and to give it balance more structured racket that all added together would give an overall flavour of this radical new combo who were making big noise with a few cats around the hip world...these tracks represented here were taped during a week at the end of april 1968 and then some post production gave a few added fx here and there which again according to legend and hearsay don himself said these psychedelic affectations were sabotage to stop him making the big time but the truth could be anything as don does different stories for different faces...all of this matters not one iota as it ended up in the bargin bins anyway plus also the euro version came out again a year later on a cheap budget label which ended in the same place so the broke down cool cats once again scored big time...sabotage or not nearly every combo since could wish their stuff could be sabotaged to come up with some future looking gaggle this hep...
...when this joint dropped in 1971 it was hyped as a live gig from way back at the dawn of time, at least hippy time, 1965 and back in the day there was less direct info and more imagination in underground circles so it was half believed and half hoped it could be true, a live snapshot of the magic band before 'safe as milk', that was some kind of grail to be digging and digging hard...after all don and the magic band were pretty far out and cosmic with their forward thinking racket so why not it be true, this was the age when the improbable was still partly possible with the correct input...what this really is in reality is the sessions for dons second LP (to be called 'it comes to you in a plain brown wrapper' but came to be entitled 'strictly personal'), taped in late '67, the sessions were eventually rejected...the idea was some 'live in the studio' blather that would stretch out and show some avant-jamming and also have some more song orientated cuts that would show the welding of blues and new fangled rock... tracks 1/3 are the live tracks and track 4 the studio song on the original joint, tracks 5/9 unreleased for thirty years so now the whole picture is less hazy but no less hep...
...with this 1969 release came the culmination of the good captains work over the past few years from desert beatnik through to fully fledged underground shaman...the music lurchs up and down, in and out and even 'over under sideways down', free jazz voodoo blues, always hitting the right note for beefheart to gabble his 21st century poetry and blow existential saxaphone...even after all these years it still sounds like future pilots sending coded messages from the heart of the unknown...many have tried to emulate this noise down the decades but what they can't figure out is this is undoubtably #1 in a field of one...
...5cd box set of mostly early prime-era beefheart, four of which concentrate on the beginings up to and including trout mask, the last disk is a potpourri of gear going up to 1981...disks one and two are live and demos from '66/'68 and immediately it's obvious from track one that trout mask is inevitable outcome of this spazzed out mutant blues noise, the rhythms and vibes are percolating straight off...delta blues from the deserts of california mixing with the heavy R&B grooves from urban inner cities, free jazz blowing mangling and twisting, riding criss-cross on the garage rocking deranged and stuttering beat...this stew would have gone down solid with the london marquee crowd, the beatnix and turned-on modernists would have been doing the cosmic hand-jive whilst tripping in the giant sunday jelly that the marquee laid on to amuse the budding flower generation...these jams based on ancient incantations to the guardians of salvation are future signposts leading to the 'pathways of enlightenment'...exploding planets shower the listener with skewered shafts of jazzbo electric shocks as the distorted patterns undulate in the midnight neon of lonely city sidewalks...the centre attraction is of course the trout mask house sessions where it all comes together...the hepster flipped out beats from before the formation of time rise out from the primal swamp layered with messed up strings twanging and clanging through the clicks and clacks...the last disk is a trawl through the seventies with more demos and live gubbings finishing in 81 when the good captain decided to give up furthering the future blues...a guaranteed wild ride across the semi illuminated less travelled by-ways of underground rocking...a marvellous treasure chest of delights for the layabouts who live in the basements of bohemia, a shot of bejewelled wonderment for the reefered hooligans who populated the shady side of the street, a cupboard of curiosities for the velvet clad dandy in high dusty garretts amongst the texts written in strange noodling poetics...
...digging this wax in the new century it becomes more obvious as the days go by this is one of the most important disks to ever get itself out to the waiting heads...bringing centuries of tribal noise to meet head on with new ways of urban cultural thinking for a new way of being, it's the perfect noodle popper to accompany the freeing of the soul from the tyranny of the corporate downpressor war machine...certain rock snobs like to underplay this debut platter in favor of the more outthere avant 'trout mask' but the latter could not have existed without the hep mangulations on this joint...included also are a bunch of jams recorded at the 'plain brown wrapper' session in late 67...
...when this joint dropped in 1971 it was hyped as a live gig from way back at the dawn of time, at least hippy time, 1965 and back in the day there was less direct info and more imagination in underground circles so it was half believed and half hoped it could be true, a live snapshot of the magic band before 'safe as milk', that was some kind of grail to be digging and digging hard...after all don and the magic band were pretty far out and cosmic with their forward thinking racket so why not it be true, this was the age when the improbable was still partly possible with the correct input...what this really is in reality is the sessions for dons second LP (to be called 'it comes to you in a plain brown wrapper' but came to be entitled 'strictly personal'), taped in late '67, the sessions were eventually rejected...the idea was some 'live in the studio' blather that would stretch out and show some avant-jamming and also have some more song orientated cuts that would show the welding of blues and new fangled rock... tracks 1/3 are the live tracks and track 4 the studio song on the original joint, tracks 5/9 unreleased for thirty years so now the whole picture is less hazy but no less hep...
...with this 1969 release came the culmination of the good captains work over the past few years from desert beatnik through to fully fledged underground shaman...the music lurchs up and down, in and out and even 'over under sideways down', free jazz voodoo blues, always hitting the right note for beefheart to gabble his 21st century poetry and blow existential saxaphone...even after all these years it still sounds like future pilots sending coded messages from the heart of the unknown...many have tried to emulate this noise down the decades but what they can't figure out is this is undoubtably #1 in a field of one...
...5cd box set of mostly early prime-era beefheart, four of which concentrate on the beginings up to and including trout mask, the last disk is a potpourri of gear going up to 1981...disks one and two are live and demos from '66/'68 and immediately it's obvious from track one that trout mask is inevitable outcome of this spazzed out mutant blues noise, the rhythms and vibes are percolating straight off...delta blues from the deserts of california mixing with the heavy R&B grooves from urban inner cities, free jazz blowing mangling and twisting, riding criss-cross on the garage rocking deranged and stuttering beat...this stew would have gone down solid with the london marquee crowd, the beatnix and turned-on modernists would have been doing the cosmic hand-jive whilst tripping in the giant sunday jelly that the marquee laid on to amuse the budding flower generation...these jams based on ancient incantations to the guardians of salvation are future signposts leading to the 'pathways of enlightenment'...exploding planets shower the listener with skewered shafts of jazzbo electric shocks as the distorted patterns undulate in the midnight neon of lonely city sidewalks...the centre attraction is of course the trout mask house sessions where it all comes together...the hepster flipped out beats from before the formation of time rise out from the primal swamp layered with messed up strings twanging and clanging through the clicks and clacks...the last disk is a trawl through the seventies with more demos and live gubbings finishing in 81 when the good captain decided to give up furthering the future blues...a guaranteed wild ride across the semi illuminated less travelled by-ways of underground rocking...a marvellous treasure chest of delights for the layabouts who live in the basements of bohemia, a shot of bejewelled wonderment for the reefered hooligans who populated the shady side of the street, a cupboard of curiosities for the velvet clad dandy in high dusty garretts amongst the texts written in strange noodling poetics...
maaaaaaan you still on it.... bleedin glad i joined rapidshare ha.... awesome selections from mott downwards.... holy holy you on fire
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