alot of people would like to see this man DEAD

armand schaubroeck deserves alot more attention.

this seems to be headquarters.
with music and video to boot!

more to come later... i tell ya though, BY HOOK OR BY CROOK, check this guy out!

kentucky candy

hey! more peter grudzien lyrics!

the main part of this song sounds just like a johnny cash song off of his Holy Land lp called the Ten Commandments, but peter breaks johnny's spell and casts his own whenever he gets to the totally surreal chorus. it's a long one, a real epic.

Kentucky Candy by Peter Grudzien

when they point the twisted fingers
and say that I must bow
and thank them all fer nothin'
for that's all they will allow
when the pieces of my nerve ends
come crawlin' up your stairs
but'cha take me in and you place
your smile upon my venom eyes
you read me and you know i'm
crushed and i'll confess
I've been out a cruisin' for the
young and pretty gods
Then your fingertips touch mine
and I see him in the sky
Oh tell me of his garments,
are they new and clean and white?
And tell me how he suffered
and take me to your bed, beat upon the pillow till it's fluffed to greet my head!

(chorus)
You're the one who calms the angry sounds
You're the one who bathes my lips in brandy
Let me ride upon your back tonight
and fly me to the surf that's warm and sandy
You're the one who guides me through the light!
You're the on who feeds me...
Kentucky Candy.

When they crawl upon each other and
squeeze out each other's eyes
because they have no time
to remember what they were
and in unison they turn to me that
I participate
And I taste the serpent's tongue
and I freeze in all my fright
could ya tell them for me now
that their's is not my fight
I'm busy building heaven upon the
shifting sands
And he who walked on water
Said ye not be turned, And why is
this so hard for them to understand
that a piece of molten iron never learns,
the soul of man will someday have to burn!

(chorus)

Now they're giving you a warning
and all the world is dead
it's on the upper level where they'll
unscrew your head,
The monkey people have begun to carry things
They'll roll an oriental through the
corridor of it's clothe <>>
And you will see nothing but the
purple ball that shines
And there you'll meet all your childhood toys
And someone who looks just like you
will strap you to your throne
and with a rusty mallet he'll beat
your every thought until your mind
is drained from all the blues
And perhaps he'll give you back
all your clothes
And you'll hear them all beneath you,
witches scream and laugh, they throw
disgusting objects into a boiling pot
And you'll beg your name is not upon their lips
And then you'll remember Jesus but
there's nothing he can do
You'll search your mind for prayers
that you can't recall,
you shouldn't have given all of them shoes
Just when you think it's over,
friendly lightning then reminds
you are the crawling serpent
who's butt is still aflame
so go crawl the streets now,
they'll all look the other way
For there's no one there to climb inside your dreams!

(chorus)
(guitar solo)

Ah but it is the summer
and the sun surrounds the trees
I'll take you to the town
where white houses kiss the sun
and you'll smell the grass that's
damp beneath your feet
And there's the friendly farmer
with his hair so white and clean
He says he remembers but he
just wants to talk, He's tending
to the things his hands have grown
They've taken the old warehouse
that stood beneath the town
And now it is a theatre, they didn't
tear it down, But most of it has little
changed at all, So it's out to pickin'
mushrooms and dry them in the sun
And it's off to Devil's hop yard for
sport and laugh and fun
And I wish that we might live here,
but our money won't afford
so we pack our things for going home again!

(chorus)

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really a stupendous odyssey of one man's confrontation with his past... at least that's what i make of it. some bits will ever remain mysterious, but predominantly i think it is about reconciling his homosexuality with jesus, and his hometown in kentucky... GODDAM FANTASTIC says eye!

almost there...

a few more days, i'll be back on the money. nailed a copy of Games - Stargazer, so you have that to look forward to, or dread, depending on how you view the product at hand. a couple of picks here in the rare/unheard of but by a few...

mad dog - 617
this is reported to be a bleak unearthly slab of michigan hard rock verging punk circa 1977. described as sounding like nothing else (but what does nothing sound like?) can be a good thing, usually a great thing. complaints about the vocals, but who knows. this one is in the cards for the coming months...


madhouse - serve 'em
can't exactly call this one totally underground, as it definitely is known in more than the collector route. but i still haven't nabbed it. parliament style jams... but with one song that supposedly sounds like CAN. gotta say jsut from the cover, and the few bits i've heard it's a keeper.

got a whole load of lps from good wills from california to kentucky, so stay tuned, the blood bats and blasts will be back. say yow, cary


p.s. and in the meanwhile, let these fellas show you the way. i repeat: no mosh, no core, no trend, no fun, just PURE PSYCHEDELIC KRIEG!!! thankyou IDIOT CONTROL!!!

sure nuff

ok, 2 more weeks and we'll be back on the ground running, spinning the ol digital wheel so you can maybe catch a few new things outta the great american handbag fulla whatever is being dug up outta the sewers and cornfields these days... so until then i'm gonna continue to try to direct you towards some other worthy mp3s already posted somewhere, and today we have the king kong top dog private folkie strum outfit, VIRGIN INSANITY. in my eyes, in this bag, the best! bob long (vocals, guitar, etc) spent a few years in the mid sixties trying to shop his wares to the LA honchos and came up with nuthin, so moving back to texas lonely bewildered but not destroyed! he put together this homespun folk unit and it was pure magic. you couldda done these songs in a studio and had fm hits!! but that probably would have sandblasted some of the character these gems carry in the private lp zone, which aside from the original being ungodly rare, it is a knockdown drag out beautiful soul stirring record, and rarity never made anything sound THAT much better than whatever it exactly was. so the band got back together minus bob's wife, eve, who sadly went missing, details unknown. the sound isn't totally pure "folk" or "rock" per se... imagine a 3rd album velvets on shrooms in texas sitting around the campfire... sort of... descriptions ain't gonna really do it justice, but that might get you half way there... its too unique, too original, it's a GROWER for sure, multiple listens opening up facet upon facet in these songs. may sound simple in fact the first time you hear it... but so did a lot of things that meant a whole lot. often the simpler the better. so dig these mp3s, and read their story, and hell BUY THE RECORD. its been reissued and these guys are all around playin' a few gigs now and again. real heavy stuff in these ears, but i'll let you be the judge too. THE ILLUSIONS OF THE MAINTENANCE MAN

"All of this was financed by bob's job at the Richardson Water and Wastewater Department. Everyday he would subject himself to an immersion in red-neckness fixing water leaks, digging ditches and the crowning glory, shoveling dried sewerage from evaporation beds onto the back of flatbed trucks to be hauled off to the city dump. You might say, "Illusions of the Maintenance Man" was made literally shoveling shit."

cheers, cary grant

hum a tune

recently been totally WOWed by wilson mckinley's superb LP "spirit of elijah"... ya don't even really gotta be down with jesus to LOVE this thing. imagine the best aspects of yer favorite original san fran bands, blown sky high through a festival loudspeaker, but all in a BASEMENT really, cause christians be of the people, and maybe wouldn't be done with the unhinged live scene... but a live record it basically is, "loose" "flowing" "jammy" being all words previously used, but i'll just chime in here and say when i get my computer back i'll put up full mp3s of this album because it HAS NOT BEEN REISHED! people who hate on the basis of GENRE i.e. "longhairs suck" kinda crowd, will not enjoy this, but that's just cause they're too square, still stuck in their subcultures... if ya like music and you enjoy the wide open hearts of pure amateur somebodys trying to believe in something, then i can't see you disliking this. a note to critics, actually a few songs were ripped from big names and given re-done christian lyrics!!! most of it is original though.

from spokane WA....

and for ye punks and clunks... ever heard?

i don't have the bread to go for the one up on ebay right now... but the scans are salivatable... anybody have some mp3s they'd wanna share?

"Total street punks gone psych-hard rock! "
yeee!

desirables

like your mother's cocktail dress...


anybody heard this? '74 vintage outta baltimore, get yar papers read allabout it...

getcher mper3ees, rightsa here! HOT!

even the feds like it! “OHO sounds like Jefferson Airplane landing on top of Genesis and then taking a time machine ride with Fairport Convention to play at H.G. Wells’ birthday party.” -Jeff Lindhholm (Dirty Linen #106)

they even like it in russia!

they even had an orbital fan-boy band that sounds as cool as the ginu-wine article!
"Food For Worms is to OHO as the League Of Gentlemen is to King Crimson."

“Okay, whatever,’ I thought, and holed up in the dressing room with my band mates and friends to fry my brain before our performance. About a half-hour later, the strains of ‘Cream Always Rises’ (a fragment of an aphorism coined by Soul Train host, Don Cornelius) wafted into the room. ‘Wow! That sounds good,’ I said, ‘I’ve got to go out and hear this!



“I went out and listened to their set. It definitely had progressive overtones to me: guitar and keyboard interplay I hadn't heard since the mid-seventies. The sound, however, was modern…like a prog/punk/synth band. Jay, in fact, was playing a Roland synth-guitar, Mark, an Arp Odyssey. I was blown away and I let them know it. They were called Food For Worms, the ultimate fate of all flesh..."

"Having been tagged “protopunk” by the independent music press while in OHO, Jay Graboski, Mark O’Connor and David Reeve found themselves in the midst of the “postpunk” period. Like so many baby-boomer rockers, they were just three more guys weaned on and inspired by “British Invasion”, 60's “garage” and “soul” music. The three-minute-thirty-second pop hit was an archetype burned into their collective musical circuitry. Why not subtly alter the patterns of these hit records, using them as malleable templates under which to explore and order one’s progressive impulses and ideas? It might be as revolutionary as Phil Collins choosing his authentic self (being who he really is) for an entertainment persona. Perhaps one might then hone one’s discriminatory faculties to the purpose of eliminating or at least, reducing the unnecessary. Are not being “overwrought”, “pretentious”, “inflated” and “long-winded” the catch phrases of the shadow version of progressive music criticism?"


dude... run out and GET it!!!
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one for the road: FREEBIE mper3ees of rich la bonte's '81 super-strange LP Mayan Canals...

looks like LaBonte posted these here himself...???

just scored a copy of this gem from syracuse new york '78!!! when it arrives in the mail i will give a full posting, as it is in bad need of a reissue... very cool new wave era psych un-relenting guitar jam offs taking an elevator in your head to the 13th floor... very cool, some describe as "comic", i think more odd, and very stoned.

sorry for lack of posts/mp3s. this site will truly get in full swing in a bout a month when i am home again and have the proper resources. expect tons of fun shit you can use!!!

in continuing to mine the acid archives for hot picks in the ass shaking dustbin of yore, comes this feathered lion... GAMES - Stargazer LP
described as: "It’s possibly fair to describe it as the world’s only disco/prog merger, as it has dance beats, keyboard textures and high female vocals that could only have come from 1976/1977, but also long complex songs with elaborate structures and clever synth playing. Fans of Abba (or early Cardigans, for that matter) will love the vocals and the melodies. The unusual jazzy chords and sweet vocals definitely have the same feel as the first few Cardigans albums, but the long songs, keyboard-heavy arrangements (there are no guitars on this album) and occasional rhythms straight out of Broadway put this somewhere else entirely. Disco that you can do a chorus line dance to?"

somebody get a copy of this for tim ellison, and me too. cheers, cary grant