hearts and flowers

...the fantastic groovacious niceness that permeates these two wax can't be spoken of highly enough by all layabouts who've spent those lazy afternoons getting all hazed and out of faze...this is ethereal folk rock with psychedelia written all over in the vibe set up...it's like wandering the hippy sunset strip basking in the neon glow but seeing and feeling only the (orange) sunshine, the smoke that comes off is reefer and not pollution...these two sold zilch of course and spent some months nestling in the deletion bins in the early seventies, near the dillards 'wheatstraw suite' and the stone pony grooves which is the fate of the coolest endeavours (plus three ton of outright garbage)...these two biscuits make the byrds output of 'sweetheart'/'dr.byrds' look a bit pale (square), as if that combo weren't really interested, just scared of getting that bad vibe day job...not as hokey as the dillards with their pretend moonshine humour, much more beatnix floating on acid...the second LP has some L.A psych-pop moves, not more so than on 'ode to a tin angel' where they go right to the heart of the millenium outdoing curt boettcher at his own game...they caught the zeitgeist more than others mining the same field because they didn't ride the commerciality of gimmick acid pop/far out clothes, the feeling of the 'new day dawning' was at their crossroads of folk/country/rock/pop, involving in the hep vibrations of nowness, not devolving into record co. puppets...


  1. oh and there's a great old arlo guthrie song on there !

  2. heres a cat who knows good sound, nice...