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- New Gods: Aardvark Through Zymurgy by Todd Tamanend Clark
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Here’s an album of truly out-there (and Julian Cope-approved) psychedelia from the proto-punk era. Todd Tamanend Clark released this piece of wild and weird rock music back in ‘77 when all that punk shit was kicking off in the mainstream, but the sounds on here owe much more of a debt to bands like The Doors and the Mothers of Invention than all the Stooges and MC5s that more commercially savvy beat combos were aping at the time.
I hadn’t encountered his music before so I’m feeling like I’ve been thrown in at the deep end here having to describe it to you on first listen. Bubbling freeform drum lines rub against loud, wibbly synths and reverbed Jim Morrison proclamations, ‘Within the Zodiac Zone’ even has a Manzarek-a-like organ line, but also some disorienting stop-start guitar and a Zappa-esque choppiness to the structuring, bouncing from simplistic call-and-response pop to spare and spacey instrumental experimentalism led by some truly confusing electronic sounds (which I presume come from a theremin on this occasion - there’s all manner of weird noises throughout the LP though). This is completely wild and head-scrambling stuff for lovers of extreme psychedelia.
8/10 Feral Rich Customer review, 4th September 2013
As its name might suggest Todd Tamanend Clark’s 1977 New Gods: Aardvark to Zymurgy LP is a strange ride. It’s a dense miasma of psychedelic emanations from Clark’s mind that takes in 1960s garage rock, the fluorescent pop art explosions of early Marvel comic books, and the brain wavering possibilities of the synthesizer and guitar. Clark’s lyrics are just as likely to take their cue from the B-movies that soaked his childhood, dystopian science-fiction, and his political convictions and Native American heritage.
Guitars phase in and out of fidelity and Clark’s out of focus mumbled vocals have you wondering whether he was beaming them from a fourth dimension through sheer third mind force. It’s a weird mix of killer caveman garage riffs that suddenly tumble into super technical Zappa chops and free jazz drumming before getting swallowed up in a cloud of synths that Sun Ra would have regarded with one eyebrow raised. On top of this the snaps of Clark in his prime are some of the wildest you’ll ever see. SEE AN AVIATOR SHADE CLAD CLARK SUMMON THE BEAST IN A SUBURBAN GRAVEYARD! SEE HIM PAINTED SILVER WEARING SHORTS AND THIGH LENGTH BOOTS!
If you love Chrome or are just plain bored with the anodyne reverb drenched ‘psych’ that’s getting churned out at the moment, then meet Todd. He’ll rearrange yer 'Brain and spinal column' but good.
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