A reissue of some underground French freaky psychedelia by Mahogany Brain. It’s got a free-jazz feel to it and is similar to the album The Feed-Back by the Italian avant-garde group, Il grupo di improvvisazione di nuova conosonanza which boasted Ennio Morricone as a member. It’s a shambles of guitar riffs, jumbled drums and disconcerting spoken vocals. It’s a bit like the Velvet Underground jam with Goat and it’s all produced by an off-his-face Syd Barrett.
Limited to 300 copies on clear purple vinyl in a gatefold.
Reissue CLEAR PURPLE COLOURED vinyl gatefold LP w/ obi-strip on Souffle Continu Records. Edition of 300 copies.
Reissue gatefold LP w/ obi-strip on Souffle Continu Records. Edition of 700 copies.
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Right, this is one of those crazy faced old Arrrggghhh! The lunatic asylum has burst open!!! Help!!! style records that either encourage you to viciously murder the friend or uber-hipster associate who plays you it or you'll utterly adore the bleeding thing after a strong psilocybin brew or maybe even you've just a vast widely open mind. Or you're a proper good one. It's a beastly, careless, rambling, indulgent, inebriated avant-garde French arsehole of a thing that has drawn parallels with both the Velvets, Popol Vuh and Amon Duul. Those bands are like ABBA compared to this mad shit. Falling down a greased-up lighthouse staircase designed by MC Escher, clutching to rapidly disintegrating aural threads way beyond free-jazz, Musique concrète, cacophonous noise, dangerously promiscuous rock, sonic abandon, wanton experimental jamming, random sloganeering/decimated poetry/monotone intonation....these people either can't play, won't play or are so good at playing that they don't care how or why the hell they should even try any longer. Totally fascinating. In short, it's a fantastic scratchy awkward stumbling fabulous deranged mess that would blow the minds of most folk who make the annual pilgrimage to outsider free music festivals around the globe. For fans of, say, the LAFMS and deffo any of you lovely stubborn weirdos who think Steven Stapleton's NWW list is the only recorded music reference point you will ever need for all times. Considering the frightening scarcity of original copies, it's nice to see this on both 300 purple and 700 black wax, probably for the fist and last time in aeons. Don't delay if you care. I do. I want this bad, It's the most interesting end to 2014 for me. 43 years old and still beyond the realms of the unreal.
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