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....psychedelic underground indeed, the first issueings from amon duul that came about from the reefered bongo sessions that happened in munich '68, the year of the barricades, the past was rapidly becoming another country that students world wide were tearing up their passports from, the old guard were trashing the life from students/workers in various euro locales and the duul reflected the chaos and carnage in their work, riffs jamming out the electric spark thats needed to sustain existence, testifying in strange tongue and the ever present cosmic bongos giving up the trance, invocating the higher beings...sailing the inner high-ways and by-ways of the nervous system the duul groove ever onward, fluidly traversing the LSD plateau with tape cut ups added on for good measure, more disorientating shock waves that mirror the outside society...the wax is groove heavy with primal thump power, the bongos drumming out to call to the faithful and any stray converts that come along looking for a better way, looking for a path into a different future that the one already mapped out by the robber barons of capitalist piggy enterprises...amon duul call for a new pageantry, a splendour full of beatnik verbiage, only now the structure of living becomes timeless, poems of hope stretch out across the seas to all humanity...'what is now shall forever be' seems the duul message, that its time to get hip or else be doomed by the perpetuel grinding of the machine and back in '68 this was a very real predicament for free thinkers as well as the great unwashed...this wax, plus the follow ups represent a time when rock'n'roll was important, it had the power to shake the walls of establishment thinking, to rearrange the furniture of hierarchy and swim to the moon with the always insistant bongo beat...
...down down deeper and down, further into the jams that make up most of their output... this is the third waxing and it was a double-disk-blowout...upping the communal quotient a few notches to counteract the forces of oppression, the spliffing and riffing just keeps agoing and when it does seem to slow down it picks up again as these cats were on a mission to save all right thinking hepsters from falling prey to capitalist coca-cola indoctrination that was rife in the homeland...as an aside there are a couple of times when a pop tune they've purloined from the ether creeps through but the jams soon win out...one of the great platters of splatter...good for the head, heart and soul...
...by the time this LP was taped the massed freak rock bongo spliff-outs were becoming a thing from the past...a much more pastoral folk groove is getting down here with some acoustic strumming on the first track sounding like floyds 'set the controls...' and some nods to west coast acid choogling dead style are in evidence...layabouts familiar with siloahs brand of acoustic trancey k-rock will vaguely know what to expect though the fake ethnicisms aren't present with the duul...actually recorded as a genuine commercial release as the kraut vibe spread across the head planet, though naturally it sold zilch and so rec.co. interest shrunk from hesitant to infinitely non existant...from this moment on any music the combo got involved in only revolved round their promotion of the commune and not to line business suit pockets...
...heres more of those legendary jams that the original duul, the commune duul from munich put down in '68, fuelling a fair few releases over the coming years of which this seems to be the last, coming out in 1983 as a double wax...the jams have been chopped into shorter, more economical bursts, the longest coming in at 6 minutes, which gives the whole shebang a more rock'n'roll attack, the riffing giving off total insane vibes like the monks were doing at basement dives at various locales throughout west germany, riffing madness from within the deep commune psych, stoned and happening with liberal amounts of bongo bop heading full on to tomorrow...thrashing and moaning tribal noise, reaching into the night, reaching for impossible highs, searching out the truth that only beatnik hooligans can realise, the truth that is hidden from the square world by its very existence, a truth so enormous it would crush the cubes world view as they would have to admit all is wrong in dullsville...spinning this joint is like digging some alien jukebox escaping from a parallel galaxy, somehow strangely familiar yet unfamiliar, turning points on a map thats freshly drawn from newly charted investigations...
...growing out of the munich commune scene of the late '60s amon duul 2 was the more muso offshoot of that bongo clanging tribe amon duul who'd put out one LP from the massed jams they'd instigated (they'd plunder these jams for more LPs as time and record co. moolah permitted) in 68...one of the great krautrock exponents they put out a cosmic abberation of underground rock sound, an inversion of the yanquee variety of ballroom psych, this was acid rock with a sting, it upgraded the amerikkkan template with droning avant squeaks/operatic outbursts/chanting/cyclic off kilter beats/fuzzy skronk guitar slamming, basically throttling the commerciality of uncle sams tirade over the european culture...amon duul threw off the yoke of bland yank imperialism to get busy with a sound of rebirth, a rediscovery of self for a generation who'd been lied to by business/TV/teachers, they no longer served an absent master, they were themselves making a future sound...locked inside a gothic surround, the ancient peoples make a noise to call the faithful, the desirous ones who need freeing from the network propaganda peddling the USA commands, freeing from the mind-strangling burble of 'radio free europe'...crazy patterns dance in the ether, scattering the liberation seeds that will unshackle the youth from the tyrany of nixonian thought, calling on jazzed avant noodling mixed in with primordial dislocating sloppy vibes, a sensual rush from the spheres...this was the sound of chaos and riots, a sound of water cannon and teargas, the sound of revolt against a numbing mindset, a revolt from style into substance...
...second wax from duul2, this time a double to accommodate their expanding/expansive soundscapes that were rapidly oozing out of their collective thought patterns, rocking out in a primitive style yet clearly not a rehash of beat groups R&B from the earlier decade, this is 1970 with all the expectant baggage that entailed, namely progressive rock with a heavy euro bent...avant garde ideas mix it up with droning folk fiddling/scratchy guitar strumming/dislocated whistling/time slipping drum beats/operatic vocalizations/modal chants/bursts of electric string fire, plus who knows what else, every time a cats spins this there's going be new noises popping up, freshening the opiated stew and that's just the first track...all over this platter there's magnificence, whether it be ancient/modern folk scraping and moaning, or pounding acid rock, the whole deal shouts to be heard as if knowing its own importance, an importance that transcends amon duul themselves, they channel a groove from outside knowledge which is somehow sucked into the duul psyche and manifested in multi dimensional psychedelic peculiarities...a heavy gloom hangs over the work, lending the musical backdrop to life in 70s germany, a time of radical chic/offing pig-politicians/celebratory bank robbers/self style liberationists and general paranoia and weirdness...so far away from the psychedelic ballroom rock that it springs from yet at the same time mirrors it through a prism of positive difference, the whole shebang taking off for unknown territory with a torn road map from alien lands...its like a bad drug hangover from acid and speed coctail, where the colours flash by in swirling spiked ornamentation, full of danger, the kind of danger that attracts the curious into darkened basements of desire...a journey to inner space whilst riding the malevolent subway train late at night, full of shadows and strange vibes that beckon the wanderer to enter and never return, a gateway to the other side (of where is always undecided until its too late)...
...third offering from duul2 and this pretty much seals the deal, whats going to be happening over the ensuing years is somewhere to be found on the space tripping 'tanz de lemming', the ultimate declaration of intent...the untrained ear of the first two wax gave the sound impetus, to go further regardless of technical knowhow, what came out was meant to be from the riffing to the ambience of the room, the complete fractured entity was ordained from a higher source (the source that gave the elevators their whole being, also the godz, another channeling combo)...again a double wax holding some of the HEPpest jams from any band getting lumped into the 'progrock' idiom, it takes amon duul2 into a territory that at the time was their own...somehow they managed to take the avant trippy grooves into a hallucinatory sphere that is not easy to define, there's a subtle keeness hiding under the doomy vibe giving hope to the uncertain times in which they operated (possible police state resurrected to counteract baader meinhof activites)...strange worlds appear and leave whilst this joint is spinning, thousand moons cross the sky in an instant, alien visitors drop by to hang then they're gone, leaving half awake memories in floating dormitories of the ever tilting mindsoup...waves of perfect accompaniment to those bonged out afternoons cruising the edge of flip city looking for the entrance way to play, this waxing will slip a cat the secret of the sacred keyhole, the unlocking of forever time, to range the open skies in blissed tranquility, nodding to the noodle of the mighty duul...
....psychedelic underground indeed, the first issueings from amon duul that came about from the reefered bongo sessions that happened in munich '68, the year of the barricades, the past was rapidly becoming another country that students world wide were tearing up their passports from, the old guard were trashing the life from students/workers in various euro locales and the duul reflected the chaos and carnage in their work, riffs jamming out the electric spark thats needed to sustain existence, testifying in strange tongue and the ever present cosmic bongos giving up the trance, invocating the higher beings...sailing the inner high-ways and by-ways of the nervous system the duul groove ever onward, fluidly traversing the LSD plateau with tape cut ups added on for good measure, more disorientating shock waves that mirror the outside society...the wax is groove heavy with primal thump power, the bongos drumming out to call to the faithful and any stray converts that come along looking for a better way, looking for a path into a different future that the one already mapped out by the robber barons of capitalist piggy enterprises...amon duul call for a new pageantry, a splendour full of beatnik verbiage, only now the structure of living becomes timeless, poems of hope stretch out across the seas to all humanity...'what is now shall forever be' seems the duul message, that its time to get hip or else be doomed by the perpetuel grinding of the machine and back in '68 this was a very real predicament for free thinkers as well as the great unwashed...this wax, plus the follow ups represent a time when rock'n'roll was important, it had the power to shake the walls of establishment thinking, to rearrange the furniture of hierarchy and swim to the moon with the always insistant bongo beat...
...down down deeper and down, further into the jams that make up most of their output... this is the third waxing and it was a double-disk-blowout...upping the communal quotient a few notches to counteract the forces of oppression, the spliffing and riffing just keeps agoing and when it does seem to slow down it picks up again as these cats were on a mission to save all right thinking hepsters from falling prey to capitalist coca-cola indoctrination that was rife in the homeland...as an aside there are a couple of times when a pop tune they've purloined from the ether creeps through but the jams soon win out...one of the great platters of splatter...good for the head, heart and soul...
...by the time this LP was taped the massed freak rock bongo spliff-outs were becoming a thing from the past...a much more pastoral folk groove is getting down here with some acoustic strumming on the first track sounding like floyds 'set the controls...' and some nods to west coast acid choogling dead style are in evidence...layabouts familiar with siloahs brand of acoustic trancey k-rock will vaguely know what to expect though the fake ethnicisms aren't present with the duul...actually recorded as a genuine commercial release as the kraut vibe spread across the head planet, though naturally it sold zilch and so rec.co. interest shrunk from hesitant to infinitely non existant...from this moment on any music the combo got involved in only revolved round their promotion of the commune and not to line business suit pockets...
...heres more of those legendary jams that the original duul, the commune duul from munich put down in '68, fuelling a fair few releases over the coming years of which this seems to be the last, coming out in 1983 as a double wax...the jams have been chopped into shorter, more economical bursts, the longest coming in at 6 minutes, which gives the whole shebang a more rock'n'roll attack, the riffing giving off total insane vibes like the monks were doing at basement dives at various locales throughout west germany, riffing madness from within the deep commune psych, stoned and happening with liberal amounts of bongo bop heading full on to tomorrow...thrashing and moaning tribal noise, reaching into the night, reaching for impossible highs, searching out the truth that only beatnik hooligans can realise, the truth that is hidden from the square world by its very existence, a truth so enormous it would crush the cubes world view as they would have to admit all is wrong in dullsville...spinning this joint is like digging some alien jukebox escaping from a parallel galaxy, somehow strangely familiar yet unfamiliar, turning points on a map thats freshly drawn from newly charted investigations...
...growing out of the munich commune scene of the late '60s amon duul 2 was the more muso offshoot of that bongo clanging tribe amon duul who'd put out one LP from the massed jams they'd instigated (they'd plunder these jams for more LPs as time and record co. moolah permitted) in 68...one of the great krautrock exponents they put out a cosmic abberation of underground rock sound, an inversion of the yanquee variety of ballroom psych, this was acid rock with a sting, it upgraded the amerikkkan template with droning avant squeaks/operatic outbursts/chanting/cyclic off kilter beats/fuzzy skronk guitar slamming, basically throttling the commerciality of uncle sams tirade over the european culture...amon duul threw off the yoke of bland yank imperialism to get busy with a sound of rebirth, a rediscovery of self for a generation who'd been lied to by business/TV/teachers, they no longer served an absent master, they were themselves making a future sound...locked inside a gothic surround, the ancient peoples make a noise to call the faithful, the desirous ones who need freeing from the network propaganda peddling the USA commands, freeing from the mind-strangling burble of 'radio free europe'...crazy patterns dance in the ether, scattering the liberation seeds that will unshackle the youth from the tyrany of nixonian thought, calling on jazzed avant noodling mixed in with primordial dislocating sloppy vibes, a sensual rush from the spheres...this was the sound of chaos and riots, a sound of water cannon and teargas, the sound of revolt against a numbing mindset, a revolt from style into substance...
...second wax from duul2, this time a double to accommodate their expanding/expansive soundscapes that were rapidly oozing out of their collective thought patterns, rocking out in a primitive style yet clearly not a rehash of beat groups R&B from the earlier decade, this is 1970 with all the expectant baggage that entailed, namely progressive rock with a heavy euro bent...avant garde ideas mix it up with droning folk fiddling/scratchy guitar strumming/dislocated whistling/time slipping drum beats/operatic vocalizations/modal chants/bursts of electric string fire, plus who knows what else, every time a cats spins this there's going be new noises popping up, freshening the opiated stew and that's just the first track...all over this platter there's magnificence, whether it be ancient/modern folk scraping and moaning, or pounding acid rock, the whole deal shouts to be heard as if knowing its own importance, an importance that transcends amon duul themselves, they channel a groove from outside knowledge which is somehow sucked into the duul psyche and manifested in multi dimensional psychedelic peculiarities...a heavy gloom hangs over the work, lending the musical backdrop to life in 70s germany, a time of radical chic/offing pig-politicians/celebratory bank robbers/self style liberationists and general paranoia and weirdness...so far away from the psychedelic ballroom rock that it springs from yet at the same time mirrors it through a prism of positive difference, the whole shebang taking off for unknown territory with a torn road map from alien lands...its like a bad drug hangover from acid and speed coctail, where the colours flash by in swirling spiked ornamentation, full of danger, the kind of danger that attracts the curious into darkened basements of desire...a journey to inner space whilst riding the malevolent subway train late at night, full of shadows and strange vibes that beckon the wanderer to enter and never return, a gateway to the other side (of where is always undecided until its too late)...
...third offering from duul2 and this pretty much seals the deal, whats going to be happening over the ensuing years is somewhere to be found on the space tripping 'tanz de lemming', the ultimate declaration of intent...the untrained ear of the first two wax gave the sound impetus, to go further regardless of technical knowhow, what came out was meant to be from the riffing to the ambience of the room, the complete fractured entity was ordained from a higher source (the source that gave the elevators their whole being, also the godz, another channeling combo)...again a double wax holding some of the HEPpest jams from any band getting lumped into the 'progrock' idiom, it takes amon duul2 into a territory that at the time was their own...somehow they managed to take the avant trippy grooves into a hallucinatory sphere that is not easy to define, there's a subtle keeness hiding under the doomy vibe giving hope to the uncertain times in which they operated (possible police state resurrected to counteract baader meinhof activites)...strange worlds appear and leave whilst this joint is spinning, thousand moons cross the sky in an instant, alien visitors drop by to hang then they're gone, leaving half awake memories in floating dormitories of the ever tilting mindsoup...waves of perfect accompaniment to those bonged out afternoons cruising the edge of flip city looking for the entrance way to play, this waxing will slip a cat the secret of the sacred keyhole, the unlocking of forever time, to range the open skies in blissed tranquility, nodding to the noodle of the mighty duul... 
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