MIND
DE-CODER 96
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The true voyage of discovery is not so much in seeking new landscapes as in having new eyes
Marcel Proust
LA DÜSSELDORF VÖGEL
THE
KUNDALINI GENIE MANTRA
The
swirling, heavy vibes of the it’s-all-in-the-title Mantra is taken from
the album 11:11, the fourth studio album from Glasgow’s experimental
psych-rockers The Kundalini Genie, released earlier this year. The album features
transcendental sitar, droning hypnotic fuzz rock, 60’s British Invasion
inspired melodies, dreamy, spaced-out soundscapes and blissed-out melodies.
It’s good – I like it.
THE LEFT BANKE THERE’S GONNA BE A STORM
PAPER
GARDEN A DAY
Paper
Garden were a New York outfit whose only album, the eponymously titled PAPER
GARDEN, released in 1968, was very much influenced by The Beatles’ REVOLVER and
The Zombies’ ODESSEY AND ORACLE, with just a touch of SGT PEPPERS’ thrown in
for its more out-there embellishments – it is, then, a very fine psychedelic
release in its own right, if not entirely original in its scope. The
elaborately arranged and entirely tripped-out A Day demonstrates just
how ambitious the band were but, despite some good reviews, the album failed to
find a home and the band split in 1970.
THE
WOLFGANG DAUNER QUINTET A DAY IN THE
LIFE
An
absolute bonkers cover of The Beatles’ A Day In The Life (they even miss out Paul's bit) from the
Wolfgang Dauner release, THE OIMELS. Wolfgang Dauner, of course, was that rarest
of things, an internationally renowned German jazz musician, but he was also
freewheelingly experimental and unafraid to branch out into psychedelia and
nascent krautrock inventiveness. Alongside his free-jazz explorations, Dauner also
composed music for films, radio and television broadcasts, as well as knocking
out a children’s opera, but for fans of your psychedelia, it’s his 1969 release
with the Wolfgang Dauner Quintet that should really invite your interest.
THE
DREAM THE DOTING KING
The Doting King positively ripples with waves of lysergic ambience. Released in
1968, this was just one of three singles released by The Dream. The little-known
Dutch band were forever doomed to be the psychedelic bridesmaid - never the
tripped-out bride - opening for the likes of Pink Floyd, The Kinks and even
Steppenwolf, but somehow eluding a success of their own.
PINK
FLOYD JULIA DREAM
The
almost diaphanously lovely Julia Dream, b-side to the much unloved It
Would Be So Nice, released in 1968, and the first track to be sung by Syd’s
replacement David Gilmour. It's a haunting song, airy and mysterious, augmented
by Rick Wright’s ambient mellotron; but with Syd’s departure, the band had lost
its way and was searching for a way forward. This track wasn’t particularly
it, but it’s by far one of the loveliest they ever recorded.
THE
AVANT-GARDE YELLOW BEADS
Yellow Beads, released in 1967, was little more than a cynical cash-in on
the whole flower children hippie-vibe (à la Scott Mc Kenzie’s rather more famous paean to San
Francisco) by the duo Elkin Fowler – who would go onto work with Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen – and
Chuck Woolery – who would go on to find fame as a game-show host. Despite the
fact that there’s nothing particularly avant-garde about their sound, and that
the duo played little part in the counter-culture they professed to celebrate, the
single has enough psychedelic embellishments to make you sit up and take
notice, should it ever be playing on a transistor radio near you.
ZWEISTEIN ORGAN DREAMS (A VERY SIMPLE SONG)
Whereas
Zweistein were very much the real deal, and their 1969 album, TRIP, FLIP OUT,
MEDITATION is pretty much the holy grail of Krautrock avant-garde releases. In
fairness, you’d only ever want to listen to it once, consisting, as it does, of
a series of soundscapes created out of collaged sounds, home-built instruments,
manipulated noises and organic stylistic hypnotic episodes which
essentially escape classification. Spread over a triple album it’s something of a challenging listen
that demonstrates just how far out the counter-culture was actually willing to
go in the late 60s. Organ Dreams, which closes side two, is one of the
more pleasant tracks on an album of astounding sonic experimentation.
THE
ROLLING STONES SING THIS ALL TOGETHER
Over the years I’ve come to completely re-evaluate THEIR SATANIC MAJESTIES REQUEST and now find it enormously enjoyable. Yes, it’s the band playing at being The Beatles (although never quite reaching Pepperland), and yes, they’d lost their way somewhat, but in the spirit of 1967, and in spite of, or possibly because of, the band’s travails during that momentous year, it remains something of a statement – unfocussed, fey and experimental, but definitely a statement - and, anyway, I’ve always been a fan of psychedelic excess. Sing This All Together probably isn’t as half as playful as they no doubt thought it was, but it always puts a smile on my face. John and Paul sing along too. I suffer from profound anemoia when it comes to 1967 - I suppose it comes from being only two at the time and being brought up on a council estate in Essex where the sixties never happened.
I follow it with Julius Fučík’s unintentional screamer march Entry Of The Gladiators
taken from the soundtrack to the ROLLING STONES ROCK AND ROLL CIRCUS because
I’m also a fan of Easter eggs, although I’m not entirely sure that it is an
Easter egg if you have to point it out…
KEITH
SEATMAN ON THE PIER AND DOWN TO THE
SEA
…but
it does lend itself rather nicely to this track by Keith Seatman, whose music
is an anachronistically repurposed assemblage of sounds, melodies and
technologies plundered from different time zones. His most recent album, TIME
TO DREAM BUT NEVER SEEN, released earlier this year, is an evocative sound
collage, skillfully assembled to bring sounds from the past into the present,
finding a new purpose for them as part of a historical narrative. The woozy,
amusement arcade din of On The Pier And Down To The Sea is bad-trip
psychedelia shot through with wistful and whimsical melodies, filtered through the crumbling,
half-remembered memories of bank holiday day trips to Margate.
PAUL
WELLER FOURTH DIMENSION
Paul
Weller is, I presume, rapidly, and, no doubt, reluctantly, turning into a
national treasure. So be it. His current release, ON SUNSET, plays with a sonic
palette which retains his passion for soulful balladry and pastoral vibes but
finds space for disco, field recordings, electronic abstraction, G-Funk, and
hauntological experimentation – in the case of Fourth Dimension, more or
less all in the same track. Elsewhere, the psychedelic production takes in
folk, music hall, baroque pop, and house beats in a way that ought to stir the
heart of any fifty-five year- old Jam fan who’s still able to give The Style
Council’s difficult fifth album the occasional airing. (That would be me,
then.)
HELIOCENTRICS PEOPLE WAKE UP!
There’s
just a touch of the Cinematic Orchestra about this track, but its trip-hop
beats are merely part of an epic odyssey that eventually takes in funk, jazz
(but not jazz-funk, you’ll be relieved to hear), psychedelia, electronica, and avant-garde noodlings presented with the disorienting asymmetry of Sun Ra, the cinematic
scope of Ennio Morricone, the sublime fusion of David Axelrod, Pierre Henry’s
turned-on musique concrète, and Can’s beat-heavy Krautrock. Taken from their
current release, THE INFINITY OF NOW, album closer People Wake Up! is
psychedelia at its most psychedeliadelica-est.
THE
BYRDS MIND GARDEN
David
Crosby’s Mind Garden, taken from The Byrds’ 1967 release, YOUNGER THAN
YESTERDAY, was much unloved by the rest of the band (and fans alike) but I’ve
always had a soft spot for it – it’s a truly psychedelic piece, lacking all
rhyme and rhythm (McGuinn’s pet peeve with the piece, truth be told) but
featuring, instead, backward guitars, an atonal raga rock ambience and, hey,
Crosby’s message of openness in the face of life’s slings and arrows of
outrageous fortune. Some people think it betrays a certain drug-addled
self-indulgence, but by any standard, and like it or not, this is The Byrds at
their most questing and experimental and my love for the band remains
unabashed.
FRANK
HUNTER AND HIS ORCHESTRA MIST OF
GORONGOZA
An
exotic indulgence of my own – the ravishing Mist Of Gorongoza, taken
from big-band trombonist Frank Hunter’s only dip into the limpid pool of
exotica, 1959’s WHITE GODDESS, is a sultry combination of enchanted jungle
exotica and its weirdly attendant sub-genre, space-lounge music. Although never
regarded as one of the giants of the genre, Hunter’s sole album, which incorporates
the ondioline, wordless vocals, chromatic bongos, Chinese bells and the almost certainly made-up buzzimba, is highly regarded by fans of your exotica and a much-sought-after
item by collectors of this sort of thing.
Things begin to get messed up here as I attempt to create a sort of sonic
melange of sounds that takes in a number of tracks by several artists
associated with your avant-garde circles. These include…
CLAUDIO
ROCCHI IL RAMI E GLI ARMONICE
Quite.
You can find Il Rami E Gli Armonice (or The Branches And The
Harmonics,
Italian translation fans) on the aptly titled 1976 release SUONI DI FRONTIERA
(or FRONTIER SOUNDS) by Italian avant-garde composer Claudio Rocchi. It sounds like the sound-track to a psychedelic dream sequence - a collection of electronic sound
sketches comprised of pulsing, rhythmic tones, sheets of pure abstraction,
fragments of voice and environmental sound, captured and spun wild by tape
loops and space-age sounds. Not for the mildly curious, I suspect.
JUSTIN
HOPPER INTERMISSION ANNOUNCEMENT
Anglophile
Justin Hopper is an American writer whose work explores the intersection of
landscape, memory, and myth through non-fiction, poetry, site-specific writing
and audio pieces. He most recently tops and tails the Ghost Box release,
INTERMISSION, a digital compilation of entirely new work from regular members
of the label’s roster and some special guests. It’s a gentle flow of nostalgic
ambient and twee-tronic gestures, comprised of preview tracks from forthcoming
releases and material especially recorded for the compilation during the global
lockdown. Ghost Box releases never have much to say about quotidian reality but
these responses to the situation have seeped through from the universe next door. Hopper’s narration, which appears
throughout the album’s tracks, encourages us to string together the gaps or
pauses in collective cultural memory and tie them into a meditative narrative
for downtimes like the lockdown.
While that was playing I included a few more moments from Zweistein and Claudio Rocchi, as
well as Grace Slick’s isolated vocals for Jefferson Airplane’s White Rabbit because it
seemed like such a good idea at the time (and still does), and then…
A.R.
LUCIANI BOMBARDMENT
Bombardment is taken from the album ELETTROENCEFALOGRAMMA by obscure
Italian composer A.R. Luciani, an artist who operated and, I believe, continues
to operate, on the extreme outer limits of musical endeavor. Drawn from original tapes recorded
during the 1970s, the album, released last year, spans the heyday of Luciani’s
work in which he embraced the possibilities of new
music at the dawn of an unprecedented sonic epoch, as it were. It’s something of an
acquired taste, then, and not, it turns out, one you’d wish to play at a dinner party, say, unless
you were keen to get rid of your guests before the dessert arrives.
P-FUNK
ALL-STARS LOST DOG (MIX 1)
Outrageously
funky and tripped-out vibes from George Clinton’s Parliament-Funkadelic/P-Funk
All-Stars which, in this instance, features a collaboration with GIVE OUT BUT
DON’T GIVE UP-era Primal Scream - it features the sadly late Denise Johnson on vocals. Lost Dog (Mix 1) is taken from the POLICE
DOGGY EP, released 1995, but was only ever made available in Japan. I came
across it for the first time last week and can’t keep from playing it.
Marvellous.
THE
ORB ITAL ORB (TOO BLESSED TO BE
STRESSED MIX)
The
Orb’s most recent release, ABOLITION OF THE ROYAL FAMILIA, sees Alex Paterson
et al. pay tribute to the golden age of ambient house whilst taking a dig at
the royal family’s historical endorsement of the East India Company’s role in
the opium trade. It sounds like it shouldn’t work but, as always, their playful
use of samples combined with the sort of reggae-influenced ambient-house influences
that they more or less invented manages to celebrate the last 30 years of
electronic music and remain relevant. Ital Orb (Too Blessed To Be
Stressed Mix) begins with a news item about the effect of “killer dope” on
a baby squirrel before taking a voyage off into inner space.
P-FUNK
ALL-STARS LOST DOG (MIX 2)
I
couldn’t decide which version I liked most, so decided to include both. This
version enjoys a dubbed-up quality that sits rather nicely with The Orb.
THE
ORB AFROS, AFGHANS AND ANGELS IN DUB
(HOODIE WOOD MIX)
This
track is taken from the deluxe version of the album which takes the original
mixes and dubs them up even further. Afros, Afghans And Angels In Dub
(Hoodie Wood Mix) glides off into the inner realms, a beautiful ambient
piece that comes across as equal parts Pink Floyd’s Shine On You Crazy
Diamond and Eno’s An Ending (Ascent).
SONORA
CASINO ASTRONAUTAS Y MERCURIO
Released
in 1972, Sonora Casino's TROMPETEROS was essentially just the sort of South American easy
listening album that traded in the classic tropical sounds of cha cha cha,
bolero, guaracha and, on occasions, boogaloo before finding its way to a
charity shop near you, but something must have been in the water for the
album’s closing track, because the almost magical Astronautas Y Mercurio
is a cosmic descarga full of electronic effects, filtered voices, and fierce
guitars with wah-wah and raw distortion turned up to 11 that’s closer to the
true sound of psychedelia than anything the band had ever attempted before. There’s
certainly nothing else like it on the album – in truth, there’s nothing else
like it anywhere. Truly mind-blowing.