sacred kinkiness

here's another good one-hitter... great cover of the Kink's "I'm not like everybody else" rest of album is less exciting...

also check these mothers out:
Brazilian Nuggets
and
Orgy in Rhythm

these are both really cool!!!

tuka tuka tah! -cg

way down on that swami river...

hansadutta swami - nothing to lose but all to gain
severely krunked krishna folky wailings of a german guru who moved to the bay area in the 70s. clearly quite damaged, and extremely entertaining for about 1 song, and then it all starts to sound the same, which isn't necessarily a bad thing if you're in the right mood. the guy is floating around the internet and seems to be a purdy cool dude. hansadutta, drop me a line if you'd like to do an interview here.

1. the holy name
2. in fear of thee the wind blows
3. most weird abode
4. seeing god is not easy
5. helpless awe

one more song, from a totally different warp zone...



hugh friar - i can't stay mad at you

label says troy michigan, but i think this guy was from virginia. perfect DIY rockabilly shit can sound, priceless guitar solo, half corked vocals, slap bass, and twinkling piano make this one unforgettable bucket of slop. 1956 babbeeeee.... cheers, cg

ah, one more for the road

fly eastern theme
number one to the sun
after business hours
sunrise at san juan
miami cocktail lounge
song for sun worshippers

something about astrud gilberto's cooing voice, especially on the record with stan getz has always exemplified the sixties jetset, suburban swinger, COOL as in ice, part of that great decade, so it only seems fitting that she cut these little snippets for eastern airways commercials. astrud is, as my grandmother would put it, Di-viiiine. enjoy, cary

repress

hey, going away for a while, posts will diminish to ONE A WEEK til end of summer. sorry friends, but duty calls. i've had alot of requests for a re-post of the South Side Senior Highschool Choir LP which was a big hit, so let's twist again with Context '70!!! see you in a week!

Himalayan Academy

i have to admit that occasionally i fall prey to the trappings of a chronic record collector. and the particular trap i speak of is falling for the IDEA of a record before you've heard it. the problem is not whether the record is good or bad, its that you've already spent several idle hours hallucinating what in god's name it could possibly sound like, because authority X said it was the REAL DEAL. the record i rpesent today is not entirely in this camp, though i did ponder its existence for a while before i got my ears on it. and its not bad by a stretch, its just that its not entirely what i expected either. the record collector idea of this record, is that it is a bunch of yogic disciples cruising on blotter out in the nevada desert, and i guess put like that it's pretty goddam appealing. and when i think about it in those terms, and try to attach a spiritual relevance to what i hear, ok it's kind of there. but good music is already right through your forehead if you've got the knack, and i dig these freakish kettleing wanderlusts therein, but the personality of a psychedelic voyage? not the kind i've had. good freakout LP? there are better. good beatnik searcher trip? i think i like pat kilroy better. dark dense psychotropic doom? i'll take mahler any day. minimal percussion running deep and low through the natural world? moondog blows this quite far out of that water. what this is is an ARTIFACT, and i thought it was going to be a real piece of MUSIC. if i found it in a dusty back room of a salvation army, yeah i'd flip my shit. and some of the stuff on here is of a shit flipping variety. but like some field recordings (not all), all it leaves you with is a, "oh that's what it sounds like" kind of feel, and not a shit your britches rush. and in some ways i wish i was at these sessions, the physical experience i think would be a million times more powerful than the record and more interesting to watch as it happens. i guess all i really mean to say, is that you read about this album on the acid archives, and pat t. llama makes it out to be god's second coming, and well, for some it might be, but it doesn't hit me where it counts: the Gut. so i guess i'm a gut, and not a head. call me a gut from now on. but hey, listen and tell me what you think... best, cary and p.s. do read the llama article as the story is kind of intriguing.

the Christian Yoga Church - Turn On!

zzz zzz zzz

i'd be lying through my teeth if i told you i didn't love this album. mellotron haters step off! the nazis probabloy would have demanded mellotrons thrown in the burn piles if they existed in 1942. and that goes to show the extent of the mind of those who scorn thy holy tron. zoldar and clark were tron heavies. scoop it up ahora, or uh, don't count on finding it any time soon. cheers, cg

1. touch the sky
2. now is the time
3. to be alive
4. the ghost of the way
5. lunar progressions
6. in time
7. day after day

1977, Dellwood. Connecticut??

brazil nuts

so as i was listening to Ratfucker for the 80th time, it struck me that i possessed a brazilian record with a singer who had a similar delivery style to Armand (whenever i say that name all i can think of is that movie the Birdcage...). i don't speak a lick of portugese, so i won't pretend to know what the guy is saying, but something in the vomit stained dredges of this man's apartheid of conventional singing, and the way he so deftly maneuvered his vocal acrobatics like a boxer trying to avoid the trappings of "beat" controlled stylings while his female chorus underbelly went to work on him in a similarly Armand-esque dimension, and as the horns repeated these crazy little trills over and over again, i got a strange deja vu of the "A lot of people would like to see this man dead" schaubroeck pig-eater dicotomy of dynamic gestalt. not to pigeon hole Arrigo Barnabe, who is the man i speak of, and no small thing in his home country, so schaubroeck wanderings of mine aside, you gotta seriously dig what a heavy duty blue ball cracking wonder this sucker is. you don't even have to really be into brazilian 60's and 70's grooviness, this thing will hit you just as well if you're a strict punk/no-wave head. and there's definitly a wave-ish element to some of the hyperactive noodlings, herein. this has been reished, but its a ballbuster to find, and i really want you to hear this, so Arrigo, if my ass is grass, just tell me. i already know how to mow it.

1. acapulco drive-in
2. orgasmo total
3. diversoes electronicas
4. sabor de veneno
5. infortunio
6. office boy
7. clara crocodilo
8. instante

fucker

this is easily the funniest, shit fer luck, totally off-color, middle finger way up, non-punk artifact of the punk era. armand schaubrock was something of a hood in the mid sixties and wound up in jail, got out, joined a garage band, and eventually created the House of Guitars in Rochester, NY. in the late 70s he unleashed a series of bizarre records that still baffle the small group of listeners who manage to get their hands on them. as far as i can tell, our pick for today, Ratfucker, has not been reissued. and thus i am proud to present the unmitigated rage, angst, sorrow, and glee of a variety of street lowlives channeled through the vocal repositories of our main man Armand. half of these guys sound like Ratso rizzo in full rabid frothing at the mouth huckster jive mode, bipping and bopping over loud 70s rock with a female chorus that reminds me of zappa currents when they chime in oddly with phrases like ("he was fucking around!!!!"). the lyrics and execution of these characters is genius, cause the guy clearly has talent as an actor as well as being a conceptual musico. and parallels drawn between this and lou reed's street hassle leave me with one clear conclusion, which is that ratfucker blows lou clean away... the reason why is the same one that made armand's brand of 70s dirtbag scuzz rock appealing to members of the punk generation (remember, armand was a good bit older...) - he held nothing back. who the fuck cares right? he's the RATFUCKER, man! and that's about all that needs to be said.



1. ratfucker
2. gigolo, gigolo
3. i love me more than you
4. buried alive
5. the independent hitter
6. preteen mama
7. the queen hitter

seeker

in the 1960's alot of people were looking for a lot of things. pat kilroy was most certainly one of them. 1966, elektra records, pre-summer of love, but mighty open ended... who was this pat kilroy? from whence did this wayward traveller and songsmith come? he seems to straddle a beat and hippie mentality, freely employing tablas, chimes, flutes, but also covering blues songs in his own idiosyncratic way, and belting out in a charmingly "real" voice (he ain't no tim buckley, who also premiered on elektra the same year)... some say he was the first real "acid folk" troubadour, which is as debateable as the existence of something called "acid folk", but that's for another time. the point is, is that this is a pretty damn original record for '66. no faked donovan-isms, no overt bobby d. references, and despite being on elektra, this sounds like it could have been recorded in shack at the crack of dawn on a woodland beach looking out at the pacific ocean... the seeker has been sought. dig

1. the magic carpet
2. roberta's blues
3. cancereal
4. a day at the beach
5. the pipes of pan
6. mississippi blues
7. vibrations
8. light of day
9. the fortune teller
10. canned heat
11. the river (i'm having some trouble with this track, should have it up in a day or two)
12. star dance

rebecca and the sunnybrook farmers - BIRTH

this is an old favorite i've been wanting to throw up here for a while. this Lp from 1969 pittsburgh is an interesting cross-section of vibes/musical temperments... the girl singer is really quite good, while the guy sounds like a budget rate lou reed, though that doesn't dampen the fun for me. countercultural politics and screaming freakouts rub shoulders with snide satire and delicate jazz-rock moves, all under the umbrella, somewhat, of kind of a late-60s club band, maintaining a pretty commercial sound while also coming across totally freaky. the violin really cooks too, which is nice, and gives the band a fuller sound. there's a lot of odd things about this band/album, one being that there are two members of the band named Ilene... they recorded this in a week, and actually toured, opening for bands like the Lemon Pipers. the album cover would lead you to believe this is another bubblegum bandwagon jumper of jefferson airplane variety (there were hundreds of these), but in all reality it might be they are poking just a little bit of fun at these characters while kicking it out just the way they need to... well worth your time. on musicor records, no reissue.

1. oh gosh
2. two blind sisters
3. david and sally
4. love
5. endless trip
6. better dead than red
7. all these ties
8. what do you think of the war
9. ma-ma
10. ghost
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and if you want something completely different, and yet totally swinging, holy batshit, check this one out....

and with the apocalypse safely passed...

we're left with the 4th movement... described as x-ian hendrix/funkadelic cross-section, but in these ears its more london calling era Clash, or something new wave-y and more thrashy than jimi or whatever other black rockers you care to call up. it's a little samey all over, but mostly a good time, and these guys definitely were feelin' it... the lord, that is.

1. revelation's eve
2. always at your door
3. the christ in you
4. seeking the life that's to be
5. the build up
6. you'll never go wrong
7. he even reigns today
8. life without end
9. key to paradise
10. love and music
11. jesus (please come)
12. don't you think your life is worth it



nice bread... 1980 on Tryangle records.

6/6/06

1st movement
2nd movement
3rd movement
4th movement
5th movement
6th movement



purty wild stuff! and absolutely appropriate for this day in the cosmic timeline... i don't smell apocalypse quite yet. bobby might disagree though. haven't seen the film of this, though some of anger's other stuff is quite fascinating. this has been reissued, and the cd is worth it with some pretty great material by the Orkustra, and other things from the Lucifer Rising sessions. cross yourself three times when you're done. best, cary

bobby beausoleil interview

a change of pace...

1. what do i have
2. james brown
3. bag snatchin'
4. docta king
5. virgin mary
6. i want
7. frankenstein
8. cold
9. jingle bells
10. call baby jesus

this record has totally been blowing my mind lately. nancy dupree was a music teacher in rochester, circa 1970. these are the songs her and her kids made up instead of the usual ones in the songbook. the record came out on folkways as an ethnographic document of folk culture, which i suppose it is. if you haven't heard this, now's the time. "docta king" is spine tingling. "james brown" is totally funky. "i want" is both turns funny and sad. a marvelous human document.


PRESS: usually stuffy NPR coverage of Kid Funk!!!

drake levin pt. 2

drake levin was described by mark lindsay as "...one part street punk, one part John Lee Hooker" for whatever that's worth... the point is, he had his finger in a lot of pots. and 1969's Friendsound was one of them. this is a legendary record at this point, both thanks to fellas like Julian cope, and the famed NWW list which includes this beast. alot of people point a finger at this one being kind of "proto-kraut" which i hear bits of, but probably with a bit less of a conceptual notion of the anarchy and chaos that is within. the raiders were a top 40 band, bubblegum in many ways, and this being their contract breaker (no mark lindsay here) the emphasis is on being meaningful and out there... so you can imagine the rest, right? i think its a great record for being just that - essentially session cats run apeshit on acid and late-night ramblings and the end of the sixties and could put it all out on a major label. you would have done the same thing too... the album is a rip from vinyl, so it's divided into just two sides, which actually works, because even though there are separate songs, everything runs together anyways.


side 1
side 2

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and for our 1 song ante, Crack's "Day of Doom" reminds us of how they almost ran out of gas in the 70s too, and that they thought the world was probably gonna end pretty soon, which is a sentiment i kind of feel now, so maybe we'll be all right if i'm listening to "day of doom" in 2006... i think the rest of the album kinda blows. but maybe that's just me. 1976, from ???.

palm tree surprise...

1. farther up the road
2. move your hands
3. jungle juice
4. look at you look at me
5. soul
6. soul reprise

the story: The band was formed by ex-Raider Drake Levin and bass player Joel Christie (both on Lee Michaels' 6th album), who were vacationing in Hawaii and heard of an upcoming festival. They brought in Dale Loyola from LA on drums and managed to get the festival people to fly in guitar ace Jimmy McGhee from Florida, and thus the band was formed. The Cosmic Travellers show was such a hit (playing "like four fingers on the same hand") that an album was put together from a recording someone had made, and 1000 copies were pressed. The Oahu festival was a big deal with 55.000 people in attendance and Little Feat among the performers. Levin, Christie and Loyola have been found, but Jimmy McGhee's whereabouts are unknown -- in fact I've been unable to find any traces of other recordings featuring this outstanding player. -acid archives


concert was held in this crater!!!

unbelievably headspinning live record!!!! full blown acid-rock mode... like the best fillmore jams you could imagine totally unhinged but tight... session musicians let loose on hawaiian shores... this thing really cooks! totally reccomended if you haven't heard it yet. another drake levin special comes tomorrow.... stay tuned.

blow it, man

the exploitation record is truly a relic of american capitalist spirit, and a trend that really got going in the 60s when it was vastly apparent that rock'n'roll was here to stay, and could make a lot of shady a&r men some quick dough. starting with surf bands, beatles knock-offs, whatever soul-dance trend you care to name, and especially the psychedelic revolution, as soon as something was apparently popular, session musicians, hack writers, and half-grade vinyl producers were all rushed into action to knock-out another record some dupe in kansas might mistake for sgt. peppers, otis redding, or the ventures. due to the fact that a lot of unnoticed great minds occasionally labored in these proverbial trenches, some really interesting records were made just to "cash-in" on the hit-a-minute american pop machine. The Unfolding's "How to Blow Your Mind and Throw a Freakout Party" is definitely one of them. i think the reason why psych-exploito has some of the higher rates of jaw droppers is because of the puzzling conundrum the music represented to these low-budget treadmill labels trying to crank out product. with the psych thing, the message seemed to be anything goes... and that much the better - "like do what you want boys, we'll throw a trippy cover on the sucker and it'll fly off the shelves!". the premise of the record, at least according to the jacket is that it will teach you how to throw a groovy party like those weirdos in san francisco, but in all reality is a wide swath of brilliant madness. half of this record is acid-garage which might be compared to the the Deep's "Psychedelic Moods" lp, another fanatastic record in this bracket, and side two is totally corked zen-meditation-acid-bender-folk-tale ramblings... like alan watts smoking a hookah with the chesire cat in the tree and timothy leary dancing below. it goes so far beyond being "just an exploito" record, that YOU have to hear it.

1. i've got a zebra - she can fly
2. play your game
3. girl from nowhere
4. flora's holiday
5. love supreme deal meditations
6. prana
7. electric buddha
8. hare krishna
9. parable

1968, Audio Fidelity Records. New York.