Heavy psychedelic gang The Heads just barely released these recordings back in 2012, as a limited CDr edition. But all agree that the sounds on Enten-Eller were worth wider documentation, so here is a vinyl edition on Rooster! Dating from a 2005 rehearsal gig (with an audience of 3) and a 2010 practice session, these jams kick pretty firmly. All remastered for vinyl. Limited to 250 copies.
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Ohwoaowowwhwhwwhahhh Wahh Wahh hWooaoh Woaaah! It’s the Heads! They sound literally exactly like that; I have reduced them to psychedelic onomatopoeia. A year or two ago someone thought it’d be a good idea to reissue their gnarled-trip behemoth ‘Everybody Knows We Got Nowhere’, and since then they have been resurrected in a series of LP reissues of random, rare CDs and the like. It’s all the same, which is what Heads fans will want: extremely noisy and overwhelmingly muddy, they wah their way through endless jams and let you ride shotgun by means of a rigid psychedelic rhythm section.
‘Enten-Eller’ comes from 2005 and is, as you might expect, a live cut -- only the conditions of it are that the band were rehearsing and only three people came to check it out. Their rehearsals will of course sound much like the real thing -- is there even a distinction to be had? -- with guitars screeching their way back and forth through feedback as a bassline attempts to keep the peace. It’s kinda like swimming in a swamp. Little breaks and transitionary cuts mark what little difference is to be had between the jams, which are mostly overdriven and stormy in approach -- respite is offered when the band strip down to their version of a ballad, which is basically just a psych cut in which the noise is whispering rather than loudly talking -- the final track on the record’s first side, with its gorgeously delaying guitar imprint, feels straight up Les Razilles Denudes.
The second side is one long psychedelic jam. I don’t want to talk about it. This is the Heads.
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