Sorry for yet another didn't throw my heart and soul into it post, but there have been various extenuating circumstances as they say. I have been keeping myself very busy with real-life travails,
enough to the point where I haven't had the time to search out those Kilpig tapes which
are somewhere in years of accumulated mess piled up around these environs. I did find the Fellini's Basement CD for Peter Crowley tho and it should be on its way by the time you lay your peepers upon this very post. Hopefully somewhere down the line I'll be able to cop a whole lot more time
for relaxation, which is something I really could use at this time. Maybe a dose of Covid would help --- that might keep me outta action for a LOOOONG time.
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If it weren't for Paul McGarry's latest package (not to mention some straggling Bill Shute burn) there probably wouldn't even
be a post this week. And of course I pulled a few oldies and neglecties outta the box in order to re-evaluate some efforts that sorta got noodged in the pile. As far as the lack of fresh bait goes well, 1) my medical
bills have shot through the roof this month (far exceeding my last paycheck) and I don't want the collection agency to come pounding at the door and 2) there really aren't that
many spinners out there that I would prefer to dump my precious lucre on.
There are a few items that I wouldn't mind hearing such as the early John Brannon
recordings with his first group Static, but at this point in the game there are
loads of people with their palms stuck out and well, I guess such frivolities
as records have gotta wait until more of the long green comes
a'flowin' in. In other words,
BUY MORE OLD ISSUES OF BLACK TO COMM!!!! (See link below, and don't be stingy.)
Early-seventies hard 'n heavy English rock always coulda struck some sorta
communicative chord in my system and this bunch really are no different. Like
alla them Sabs/Purps type groups Leaf Hound were even able to jazz 'n blues
things up when the mood hit which made for some nice 'n sublime moments of
skronk. There's even a bit of early-seventies Who tossed into the title track
which might make a few of you reg'lar readers somewhat excited, not to mention
a b-side piano ballad which probably won't. The Repertoire reissue (reviewed
here) has three bonus tracks that woulda put a smile on any stoner box
boy with a crop of pimples to have adorned your local supermarket circa. 1973.
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An almost decade-old issue of rock that sounds almost a half-century (if
not more) old what with the usual sixties-unto-seventies hard doom and
depressing hard rock that was pretty rage-worthy at the time. Well, next to
some of the hippoid expressions in music at the time I guess dirges like these
woulda been a welcome relief but anyway, Heavy PARANOID vibes
should keep some of you fans well 'n happy
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Released just in time to capitalize on the En Why See funk punk movement,
EYE ON YOU's the debut spinner from Jackson and his Decoding Society
and a pretty hotcha way to start out a long 'n respected aggregation at that.
With the likes of such free jazz heavy mitters as Billy Bang and Byard
Lancaster (as well as future Living Colour Vernon Reid), this 'un features a
good smattering of comparatively short but definitely not sweet
post-loft jazz meets funk trackage which has that sorta lilting drive that typified a
good portion of the new thing that was coming out at the time. This and the
German ones on Moers Music are definitely the ones to start with before
tackling the mid-eighties efforts which might not slap you so hard inna face.
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Haven't spun this ESP classic in quite some time so like, maybe the time is
NOW. Bley might not have had the same piz that the likes of Cecil
Taylor or Muhal Richard Abrams glooped onto their various efforts but he's
still in gear, and in fact is improved on by the addition of a big name
backing group including Sun Ra standby Marshall Allen and drummer Milford
Graves. Results are a pretty striking mid-sixties sesh in which "the artists
alone decide what you will hear" 'stead of some airhead higher up still in the
bowtie 'n tux realm of jazz expression.
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Didja know I bought a copy of this 'un about twenny-seven years back from one
of those flybynight bootleg dealers and actually returned it because my copy
had suffered from rust which I guess was a common ailment with this particular title? Sheesh, I musta been a doof to think they would replace the thing but anyway,
here's yet another copy of the infamous extended "Sister Ray" prelude that was
done during the Velvets' Spring/Summer '68 tour for you to osmose without having to
search for your delicate
CAUGHT BETWEEN THE TWISTED STARS collection. The additional live
'69 take on "Sister Ray" with "The Murder Mystery" sandwiched in-between is
also worthy of your ears (along with the live "Story of My Life") and even it
you've heard these gems ever since they first popped up on the tape lists they
still sound as vital and engaging as they did the first time. At
least they do for me --- dunno about
you...
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I reviewed a quickie burn of this back 2018 way but it looks as if there has
been a legitimate reissue since those not-so wondrous days. Therefor there is NO EXCUSE for
you not to have this high energy masterpiece in your probably lacking for some
true meaning collection. Of course even if you
do have this album in its original
configuration like I do you don't have the keeno interview that caps the
thing, so why wait gettin' a fresh copy for yourself?
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Nicer'n usual sampler from Mr. Shute, this one starting off with a post-garage neo-psych effort from a Wisconsin act called Fresh Air and continuing on through various trajectories that might even satisfy a stuck up fanabla like you! Nice hearing things like the Diodes (who remind me of what this punk thing was s'posed to sound like before it decayed into punque and got all Yohannonesque on us) not to mention a rare side from the Honeycombs of "Have I The Right" fame and of course that legendary attempt by Roy Orbison to get down with the late-sixties "relevant" crowd with a whole lotta "MacArthur Park" passion on "Southbound Jericho Parkway"! There's even more soo-prizes from a radio broadcast regarding the hippie movement and how they bring the rats with 'em wherever they go to a single by one-time teenbo heartthrob Jack Wild that should make alla you H. R. PUFNSTUF fans quite happy. Of course Bill also hadda stick on some interesting bits of abstract avgarde classical cum jazz done up by someone called Andres Elstein, on entitled "3=4", the other "Nunca" but I guess he did it just to make the thing look a li'l dignified...
***Don't worry. I'm only putting this back issues of BLACK TO COMM schpiel at the end of this post in order to beef the thing up a li'l. Nothing else really. Just forget you saw the thing, you always have.
3 comments:
Waitaminnit...you actually tried to do a return with a bootlegger?did you contact the b.b.b.? Thats as good as tommy james going to the office of roulette records and asking the head garlic snapper where his royalty payments were. R.i.p. dee pop.
please post more about Carla & Paul Bley (note: BARRAGE is all Carla compositions). We love jazz/out records.
carla blah blah blah
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