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Magic Castles - Starflower (2015) review


Magic Castles - Starflower (2015)

Nearly three years ago, even with the help of Anton Newton [Brian Jamestown Massacre], or perhaps because of it, Magic Castles were nearly written off and doomed to be forgotten. Here on their Starflower release, we find the band still steeped in lazy dreamy neo-psychedelia that is both predictable and somewhat savvy, in that their songs are more dream-pop oriented, far shorter, and while still relying on effects peddles, they’ve come to have a better grasp of who they are and where they want to be.

With deeply buried vocals and sonically layered productions, this outing sounds more shrouded in mystery, reminding me of the wonderful Cheval Sombre, delivering their content with droning keyboards mixed with fuzzy guitars ... content not to take you anywhere you don’t want to be, from the time you drop this disc into the tray, to the time you take it out.  With a delightful undercurrent of madness, the songs seem designed to absorb the listener and take them to some far off distant land, where for the next thirty minutes one gets to dream without comprehension. And in that aspect, the course Magic Castles have taken is right on the mark.

There’s a element to Magic Castles' background sounds, and that comes in the nature of Brian Eno’s Here Come The Warm Jets [especially on track 7], along with Moon Duo and of course BJM, allowing me to feel that I’m charting a journey that’s somewhat clear to me, somewhat familiar, and all without relying on anything that’s gone on before them in a manner that would suggest they are doing anything other than paying homage. This is a hazy release, make no mistake about it, it’s for the armchair traveller in all of us, for those of us who need to take some time out, and those who simply long for the rapture.

Review by Jenell Kesler/2016
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Robbie The Werewolf - At The Waleback (1964) review


Robbie The Werewolf "At The Waleback" (Gear Fab Records, 1964/2016)

Although the weird and wonderful prevails at "It's Psychedelic Baby," few albums are odder than this strange slab of vinyl. Taped live in 1964 at the Waleback in Santa Monica, California, the obscenely rare disc stars Robbie Robison plucking an acoustic guitar and singing kooky tunes about Halloween characters, sex, drinking and drugs that were quite radical for its day.

Robbie's mad and manical tenor, supplanted with his insane lyrics, are both entertaining and ridiculous, pointing towards an album you'll either love or hate. Vampires, a horny devil, Count Dracula, marijuana, a little brother encountering sharks, tip-toeing through the tulips, a flamenco story, tooling the streets of Transylvania, a warped version of "Tom Dooley," and of course the werewolf himself, are just some of wackiness to be experienced throughout the album. The laughter from the audience indicates they were having a good time and appreciated Robbie's freaky sense of humor, making the package an intimate and genuine affair. The marriage of folk music and comedy isn't too unique, but Robbie's left-field topics are certainly novel, and that itself places "At The Waleback" in a singular category. The album was never released on a proper label and a very small number of copies were cut, so many thanks to Gear Fab Records for raising it from the dead and giving it a digital rebirth.


Sixties rock fans (and that naturally includes you) probably already know that Robbie The Werewolf met with further fame as guitarist for Clear Light, whose 1967 self-titled album is a psychedelic masterpiece. And if you continue to connect the dots, Robbie's wife, Barbara was the vocalist for the Peanut Butter Conspiracy, another great band from the acid rock era. Liner notes and trips down memory lane from music historian Gray Newell and Peanut Butter Conspiracy bassist Alan Brackett also come with the album. It's all too groovy!

Review by Beverly Paterson/2016
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Atomic Simao - Nodo (2014) review



Another excellent Cosmic Eye release, Atomic Simao's "Nodo" lifts off into space in the smoke-filled jam of the orgasmic 10-minute opener "Voodoo Chilum". Wah-wah pedals and delay effects, intense drumming and trippy guitars drive along an invisible, bluesy, mind-altering highway to the stars. The ride is neither slow nor fast, allowing the passenger to observe the sonic landscape in all its grandeur at ease. The second and final track of the first side of this splendid vinyl version ("Stoned And Spontaneous") slows down the ride after the preceding heavenly intercourse of the first track, for the listener to get off and take another seat above a stagnant lake of colours, only to find themselves observing a giant whirlpool in the middle that merges myriads of colour shades into shimmering sonic subtleties. This tripped-out stoner ambience frequently interrupted by sudden, funky accelerations of wavy loops via noisy breaks only to hurriedly return to its initial speed is similar to the 18-minute "Asteroid Masterpeace" found in the download-only version of the album. 
The similarly -only more guitar-meandering- interwoven sounds of "Do What You Do" that open side B are followed by what could be fireworks popping up in darkened skies, continuous explosions of anti-climactic relaxedness like rhythmic, semi-melodious ejaculations of scattered notes. "Beauty Does Not Belong To Anything" doesn't sound like a proper song title, I'd rather change it to "Beauty Belongs to Everyone" should the band allow me to, since the spacious psychedelic beauty of this sound should be allowed to become anyone's mistress in case of interest. The hollow ambience of "Dancing Emptiness" that sums up this accomplished debut visits the pre-prog Floydian era in a stately stoned-out manner, the spaceship returning to launch station after a long absence.


Atomic Simao were formed in Kiev, Ukraine three years ago and jumped onto the thriving contemporary space-rock train equaling the best instrumental bands of the genre, a band exploring the unlimited possibilities of percussion-led/guitar-dominated/bass-driven/keyboard-surrounded head music. Listen to Nodo with headphones on, eyes closed and a mind open to any changes the universe might bring to your listening perception.

Review by Spyros Hytiris/2016
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JAZZ CORNER Presents: Dexter Gordon - Gettin' Around (1966)


The proof that one can have a presence in jazz without being muscular is Dexter Gordon; especially so on “Gettin’ Around.”  Of course there are those, and rightly so, who will tell you that Dexter Gordon is a commanding presence, that to play with him requires one to accept a supportive role, accepting his lead, and that to listen to him requires the undivided attention of the listener.

But the contradiction to all that is never more evident than right here, where Gordon’s sound almost unfolds, where he’s softened his notes, holding back with restraint at nearly every turn, as if he’s taken a chapter form Lester Young, laying down a body of work that though not demanding of your attention, holds it nonetheless, with a mellow passion that will grace your turntable night or day.

Never more so, it’s a delight to have some jazz history in your pocket when listening to “Gettin’ Around,” just as it is in rock n’ roll, because Gordon drops several Easter Eggs into the mix, partly to keep you awake, to see if your listening, yet more, to refresh and transform what you thought you’d already known.  Consider his song “Manha De Carnaval,” where on the first chorus he quotes three bars from “Delilah,” by Victory Young.  And then there’s the use of Bebussy’s “Clair De Lune,” in “Le Coiffeur ... but I hesitate to point out others, as the discovery is such a pure joy.


Yet for me, the skies parted with the presence of “Very Saxily Yours” ... as I own the original vinyl release, the release that excluded “Very Saxily Yours,” and it was more than exciting to see that the number has found it’s way back, and in correct tracking order, as this is the one and only song where Dexter Gordon flashes his tenor prowess, causing a sly smile to inch across my face, because he does it at just the right time, for all the right reasons, merely letting it peek from his pocket, yet as welcome as a long lost friend, just when you least expected to see them.

Review made by Jenell Kesler/2016
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Surf City - Jekyll Island (2015) review


Surf City - Jekyll Island (Fire Records, 2015)

Opening with the enchanting “Beat The Summer Heat,” infused with Eastern style drone, laced with fuzzy jangling guitars, and just enough effects peddles to wash over you like a warm summer day at high tide, Surf City are on a mission to create something beyond the neo-surf music, beyond shoe gazer, and certainly beyond neo-psychedelic, offering up what I can only describe as psych-gazing ... and they do it all with style and grace, sounding fresh and intoxicating.

With ever present sonic reverb guitar overlays, a solid rhythm section, and drumming that lays down a cool groove, it takes few effects to support the agreeably front and center vocals that grab your attention and hold you transfixed.  Surf City have nailed down their use of pop melodies, understand the essence of hooks, the impact of texture, where they lay out a panavision Valium sunset that surrounds and completely engulfs with hazy washes that are so warped that you will be laid out horizontally, floating in mid air.

Jekyll Island is a solid album, deeply rooted in the harmonies and melodies learned from generations past, yet sounding dynamically fresh ... reminding me of what AM Radio was like before it took the big plunge and vanished from the face of the earth.

Review made by Jenell Kesler/2016
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Kill West - Smoke Beach (2015) review


Kill West - Smoke Beach (Echo Drug Recordings, 2015)

Thickly layered and nearly edgeless, the music of Kill West doesn’t so much emerge from your speakers, it’s more like the band creates a sonic black hole that draws you in, spiraling you down and never letting go.  Deeply laced with reverb drenched sustained grooves, Kill West steps into an new realm of very darkly fuzzed out psychedelic meanderings of droning bluesy guitar washes that seem designed to hold you in place with a physical presence.  

Even for psychedelic music, these folks remain outside of the fringe, creating a sort of charred atmosphere of thickly hazed blue smoke that leaves little room to breathe ... like heading down the rabbit hole and tossing away the bottle, with no hope of ever returning to the surface.

By no means am I saying this album is not worth your while, what I am saying is that before you hit the play button, be sure you’re with the right company, have ingested the proper substances, and have allotted the necessary time.  Or from long ago, I could simply put it this way:

Bell Flight 14 you now can land
See you on Aldebaran
Safe on the green desert sand
It’s so very lonely
You’re 2000 light years from home
It’s so very lonely
You’re 2000 light years from home …

*** Limited Edition of 200 on smokey black clear vinyl.

Review made by Jenell Kesler/2016
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Pauw - Macrocosm Microcosm (2015) review


Pauw - Macrocosm Microcosm (Caroline Records, 2015)

It’s always been my contention that once played, a song never really stops playing, perhaps over your stereo, but not in the ether, where it continues to circle the globe and beyond, just waiting for someone or something to tap into its presence ... and Pauw [meaning Peacock in Dutch] have done just that.  Listening and watching this band, who’s very clothing seems to have once existed, perhaps in the Matrix, or at the Fillmore, where on a heady San Francisco night, Pauw certainly could have opened for the likes of The Jefferson Airplane, or given Moby Grape a run for their money, painting hypnotic musical images that kaleidoscope before your eyes, morphing into the hazy blue smoke filtering its way to the ceiling and into the stratosphere, where it was caught by gentle galactic sound waves, and has been spinning out there for all time.

Perhaps Pauw have existed before, or just were never able to catch the moment before. Nevertheless, they certainly exist now, not so much re-igniting a spark that once was, but fanning the flames of a fire that’s never gone away.

Review made by Jenell Kesler/2015
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Quilt - Plaza (2016) review


Quilt - Plaza (Mexican Summer, 2016)

Quilt’s new album is sensational on many levels ... first the vinyl is clear, second the gatefold album jacket is embossed, and third, it’s a limited edition package filled with brilliant, bouncing, and well constructed bits of wanderlust that will move you through a sun filled afternoon with delight and splendor, or an evening of hypnotic shadow play.

Quilt are one of the few bands who manage to get this 60’s neo-psychedelic revival correct, using sustained cord changes, modest effects, and balance themselves between psychedelic folk and dream-pop as if they’ve got one foot firmly rooted in the past and one in the present, where they splinter the night with one luscious song after another.  The tracks are more enchanting and cohesive than ever, slightly atmospheric, with their vocals now crystal clear, and a presentation that is flawless, as if they’ve handed out mood enhancers that sparkle the edges and fill this album with songs that are well crafted, intimate, and own the space in which they exist ... creating a package that’s downright flammable.

Review made by Jenell Kesler/2015
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The Brian Jonestown Massacre - Mini Album Thingy Wingy (2015) review


The Brian Jonestown Massacre - Mini Album Thingy Wingy (A Recordings, 2015)

At last count (which seems to change daily), Anton Newcombe has released nearly 50 albums, EPs, and singles over the past 30 years under the Brian Jonestown Massacre umbrella. These include an imaginary film soundtrack, a Charlie Manson cover, song titles to offend just about everyone, particularly Beatles (‘Bring Me The Head Of Paul McCartney On Heather Mill’s Wooden Peg’, ‘I Want To Hold Your Other Hand’, ‘Here Comes The Waiting For The Sun’, ‘We Are The Niggers of The World’, Who Killed Sgt. Pepper?) New Order (‘Blue Order/New Monday’), R.E.M. (‘Automatic Faggot For The People’), and the Dandy Warhols (the infamous ‘Not If You Were The Last Dandy On Earth’) fans, and the odd two-finger salute to religion (‘Just Like Kicking Jesus’, ‘God Is My Girlfriend’). And there are some who still don’t think his chosen moniker is very funny.
Lately he seems to be practicing his Rosetta Stone language skills with numerous French, German and Icelandic (!) tracks and this mini-LP thingy wingy finds him tackling Slovakian (the heavy-lidded ‘Prší Prší’). But through it all, Newcombe has remained fairly faithful to his chosen musical path, combining spot-on recreations of UK beat, Stonesy swagger, headswirling psychedelia, ear-crushing shoegaze, and mellow, blissed-out hallucinogenic navel-gazers that have influenced dozens of bands plying their trade via scores of YouTube marketing (Jesus On Heroine, Rancho Relaxo, Blue Angel Lounge, Bad Liquor Pond, Kingdom of The Holy Sun, et.al.) Here, he even covers a classic 13th Floor Elevators’ song (‘Dust’) and wrangles Black Angel Alex Maas to stand in for the late Stacey Sutherland on electric jug. He’s nothing if not authentic, and his encyclopaedic knowledge of garage and psych music’s forbearers is just another reason he’s one of my favourite composers/performers.
Newc’s also been experimenting with Middle Eastern sounds, and opener ‘Pish’ evokes stoney evenings wandering the Casbah in a purple haze of kif-induced euphoria. ‘Get Some’ is a frolicking singalong with prominent fuzz backing, ‘Leave It Alone’ is a psychedelic, bluesy race through the jungle, trying to outrun something with evil on its mind and blood on its claws, and the, ahem, aforementioned Beatles/Doors pastiche ‘Here Comes The Waiting For The Sun’ is a brain-frying, grey cell-burning, tub-thumping exercise in backwards guitars, African drumming (think John Kongos’ ‘He’s Gonna Step On You Again’ or Gary Glitter’s chest-pounding braggadocio), wah-wah’d vocals and just plain batshit atmospherics that’ll have you reaching for a new pair of smalls if listened to in the dark. Like, it’s a bad trip through hell with the C.A. Quintet on your tail, man.

Review made by Jeff Penczak/2015
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Pink Floyd - 1965: Their First Recordings (2015) review


Pink Floyd - 1965: Their First Recordings (Parlophone, 2015)

Prior to their seminal release of The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn, Syd Barrett, Roger Waters, Richard Wright and Nick Mason, along with their then guitarist Rado Klose, were walking down the same path as The Rolling Stones and many other bands of the day who were looking to the blues of America, and creating their own garage versions of many of the songs that while weren’t so popular here on white AM radio at the time, were certainly sweeping the European continent, causing Americans like the The Standells, with “Dirty Water” to take notice, and bring this treasured sound back to the United States, where it flourished.  

This garage/garage psych R&B infused sound was the genesis of the cultural revolution, bringing into existence groups such as Moby Grape, Big Brother and The Holding Company, and even Love [who took the genre a step further].  Yes, this material is very much of the time, and exactly what I heard Pink Floyd preform the first time I saw them at the Fillmore, where they mixed these sounds with that of The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn ... an endeavor that work flawlessly.

Don’t go thinking that you’re going to hear anything earth shattering here.  What you do hear has been done before, and often better.  But there’s something special about hearing Pink Floyd express these numbers in an almost off handed easy going fashion.  The one surprise comes on the song “Butterfly” where you are treated to essences of what’s waiting just around the corner for The Floyd.  And it’s here, on this three minute track that Pink Floyd blossom, hinting at their future, and sounding for all the world as if they’re making a sincere attempt at creating something truly original and inspiring.

It’s a solid collection of material, and the vinyl release of 1050 copies is sure to go through the roof. It’s not a must have, but it’s certainly a must listen, and for that reason I’m glad it’s in my collection.

Review made by Jenell Kesler/2015
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Øresund Space Collective - Different Creatures (2015) review


Øresund Space Collective “Different Creatures” (2xCD, 3xLP on Space Rock Productions, 2015)

You’re familiar with the term ‘binge viewing”, but you may need to do some “binge listening” to fully absorb this mammoth triple album/double CD (the CD contains extended versions) from the Scandinavian psychedelic supergroup that has benefited from participation of over five dozen different musicians across its decade-long existence. To mark their 20th release, Scott Heller and the improvisational Øresund Space Collective have edited numerous hours of tapes recorded in Copenhagen back in October 2014 down to the more manageable, yet still daunting 2½ hours presented across theselengthy jams, several exceeding 20 minutes and a monstrous 45-minute finale that’s practically an entire album unto itself.
           ‘Ride To Valhalla’ kicks things into overdrive, with an energetic blast of space rock. Simply strap on your jet pack and set the phasers on stun – it’s going to be a bumpy “ride” across the universe “to Valhalla”. Supercharged drumming, headswirling synth action, throbbing basslines...they’re all here in abundance. Toss in some sweltering, wah-wah guitarlines, serpentining violins and you’re in for a hell of a journey to the infinite ... and beyond.
           Following this 20-minute take-off, ‘Juggle the Juice’ is one of two experimental sound collages that break up the sonic assault on the senses. Not necessarily to everyone’s taste, the percolating synths and tribal skinpounding certainly acted as a sonic sorbet for me to catch my breath and regain my senses to prepare for the 20-minute ‘Digestive Raga’ (expanded to a full half hour on the CD set). Pure sonic bliss awaits fans of sitar loveliness, as this contemplative naval-gazer floats effortlessly around the room, soothing away the day’s transgressions, tensions, and worries. Just sit back, close your eyes, and breathe deeply as its medicinal comfort envelops your body and transports you to another plane of existence, where pain and suffering have vanished and marshmallow clouds soar by, wrapping you in a mushroomed haze of warmth and inner beauty. Aaaahhhhhhh....
           Fans of Welsh psych monsters Man will freak out (in a good way!) to the beloved tribute ‘The MAN from Wales’, a swarming, throbbing blur of tasty guitar licks (a MAN specialty), swirling keyboards, and hard-driving rhythms. To paraphrase the masters, “Yes, we like it here now and we are settling in quite comfortably”! ‘Bon Voyage’ is another extemporaneous detour, featuring a bunch of speak and spell type toys (think Experimental Audio Research’s Data Rape album), we’re welcomed to sit back and enjoy another raga, this one for the mysterious Jerry G. It all begins with a weeping violin that reminded me of the more countrified selections on The KLF’s Chill Out album, and then brought in some heady sitar embellishments to transport me to another universe inside my head. Breathless...and endlessly fascinating! Country raga?!? Like, way grooovy, MAN! I can almost feel my face melting off my head!
           Now about that 45-minute album, er, song that makes up the third LP in the set (and most of disk 2): Boy Howdy! I can almost guarantee you’ll stumble a few times whilst attempting to take those ’20 Steps Towards The Invisible Door’, but it’ll be an enjoyable trip along the way. The band toss everything in their arsenal into this bad boy, from throbbing gristle to bubbling cauldrons of medicated goo, all in search of the lost chord that tethers us to this universe and keeps us from falling though that “invisible door” to the worlds that lie on the other side. While almost impossible to experience in a single setting without venturing off the deep end, pace yourself and sit back and enjoy the ride. Not since The Bevis Frond’ssimilar experiment in album-long songs (White Numbers’ ‘Homemade Traditional Electric Jam’) have we been so impressed that a band could sustain the momentum without losing the plot a few times, but OSC manage to keep their feet on the ground and their (and your) heads in the clouds. A fascinating climax to an incredible journey to the infinite...and beyond.

Review made by Jeff Penczak/2015
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The Velvet Underground - The Complete Matrix Tapes (2015) review


The Velvet Underground - The Complete Matrix Tapes (Universal Music Enterprises, 2015) 

Having seen The Velvet Underground many times, mostly at The Second Fret in Philadelphia.  And with that in mind, I’d like to propose that they were one of those bands who’s work always seemed to be not so much in flux, more that it was constantly being reworked, reshaped, and revitalized.  And that’s proven true here on The Matrix Tapes, a staggering four disc collection that primarily focuses on two nights at The Matrix [a club opened by The Jefferson Airplane’s Marty Balin] on November 26th and 27th of 1969 ... captured at both The Matrix and The Family Dog venues on a four track recorder.

This was not the first time The Velvet Underground found themselves in California, a land they disdained, preferring the gritty streets of the east coast.  Nevertheless, their first venture into the land of sun and surf was with Andy Warhol’s sojourn back in May of 1966, where it’s been documented that they were received rather poorly, and nearly demolished the home that had been provided for them.

One could spend a lifetime listening to all of these tracks before deciding on which versions are best, and perhaps compiling a personal favorites collection from this presentation.  Remember, this was lo-fi at it’s inception, this was when shows were what we called ‘Happenings’, this was where the audience was as involved as the artists, and I’m sure that anyone who was there for even one of the eighteen residency dates still remembers it as if it happened yesterday.  "Sister Ray" extends into thirty plus minute mark, with all of the others being jams of music, distortion, and graphic lustful fascination, where the band finds a groove, locks into it, and doesn’t let go.


Yes, nearly all of this material has been released in one fashion or another over the years, with some being much better than others ... though I doubt that there’s much room for improvement here, where the entire package has been digitally remastered and presented as a single unit of astonishment.

Review made by Jenell Kesler/2015
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Luna - Long Players (92-99) (2015) review


Luna - Long Players (92-99) (Captured Tracks, 2015)

There are those of us who want the vinyl period, we make on excuses for this ... quality vinyl on a good stereo system presents rewarding results.  It’s also worth noting that several of the Luna albums were never released on vinyl, and the copies that were issued vary in quality to say the least.

This is a fine limited edition [2000 copies worldwide] of dream-pop pressed on six white 150 gram vinyl albums [each album is presented here with its original sleeve, including a separate album of rare tracks and B sides] along with a more than substantial book containing not only the history of Luna, but little know backstories, along with scores of poster images, backstage passes, press photos, bios, and much much more.  Even if, like me, you already own all of the vinyl, this is a must have, as the sound quality is far superior, and the presentation is top shelf and dynamic, exactly what you’d dream of for a set of this nature.

Luna has always been steeped with sinewy guitars, shimmering textures and bracing punchy new edges.  Returning here with a brilliant boxed set, Luna has become one of the most celebrated bands in the alternative arena, collecting reams of glowing press and strong showings on both the charts and on the road; with their 2015 reunion tour being the ticket of the year.  Gathered together here in one collection, you're treated Dean Wareham, Justin Harwood, Sean Eden and drummer Lee Wall creating atmospheric textures, washes of reverb, and profound layerings that are beholding to no other band walking the planet.  Mix these effects with the rye smiled silly creepiness of Wareham's lyrics and you'll come to understand what makes this band so special.  Yeah ... it's all like falling asleep in a parked car, the sun warming the air with dreams that are dancing in your half-baked sleepy head.

At $100US for this housed collection you’re getting a bargain to say the least.  Once these units have been sold, each of the single albums will be reissued separately on 150 gram black vinyl ... so for my money, this package is the way to go.

Good luck on scoring a copy.

Review made by Jenell Kesler/2015
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New Candys - New Candys as Medicine (2015) review


New Candys - New Candys as Medicine (Picture in My Ear Records, 2015) 

Like a Sodium Pentothal drip, New Candys warmly hypnotically hold you at a barely conscious level, mending the atmosphere in front of your half closed, half aware eyes, morphing sound and vision at a heartbeat level, leaving you stumbling to reach for something just out of reach, something hanging just beyond your grasp ... but not quite.  There’s an eloquent sense of tribal drumming that gives way to warm guitar solos, mixed with vocals that seem to linger somewhere around the corner, as if you’re gonna catch up with them, face them with understanding, but instead, they lead you down endless side streets filled with wonder and delight, vanishing in the air like a whisper bouncing off midnight walls, with no one there to hear your thoughts but you.

Review made by Jenell Kesler/2015
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JAZZ CORNER Presents: A Gathering Of Minds - Montreaux, July 23, 1982


A Gathering Of Minds - Montreaux, July 23, 1982 (Upbeat/Unofficial Release )

Billy Cobham – Drums
Didier Lockwood – Violin                                               
Jack Bruce – Bass
Allan Holdsworth – Guitar
Davis Sancious - Keyboards

     Certain questions appear in music reviews. Some are perennials, tired and polarizing – Can rockers play jazz? Can jazzers ever ROCK? Can the Europeans play jazz as well as Americans? Can blue men play the whites? This recording asks if two future members of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, a veteran of “Bitches Brew” and the fusion wars, a French fireball and one of the world’s most technically accomplished guitarists can play compelling, emotionally moving jazz. The answer is emphatically yes, if the players are this particular grouping of musical geniuses.   
     Recorded at the Montreaux Jazz Festival in 1982, the CD opens with Claude Nobs’ intro in French and English. He then hands over to Cobham, whose set this appears to be as he is the one to speak to the crowd between tunes (at one point he gives credit to Bruce Lundvall and Nobs for helping him pull this group and appearance together on short notice). Things start off with a bang with Lockwood’s “Crazy Eights”. Driven by a rapid-fire series of sequential patterns on violin the piece moves into Mahavishnu territory with Sancious, Holdsworth and Lockwood trading solos over solid Jack and Billy before recapping. As a warm-up piece, this is tantamount to the ignition sequence of a nuclear reactor.         
Sancious’ “Mysterious Conversation” is next. Bruce and Billy provide an insistent groove that sounds like intense whispering. Holdsworth’s moody solo abruptly gives way to Sancious (equipment problem?). Bruce tries to take flight but Cobham pulls back for Holdsworth’s ending ride. The piece is over too quickly.     

     Cobham next gives us his “Ursula In Summer”, written for his toddler. Cobham shows his true colors with a complex Latin-bop groove that never falters as he moves the piece through different dynamic levels from quiet intensity to explosive climax. Jazz/Rock indeed! Sancious electric piano sounds like a sweeter George Cables before giving way to lyrical Lockwood.  Holdsworth is in his element here with a short but intense solo. No other guitarist sounds quite like this – players who claim to channel Coltrane are a dime a dozen, but this guy nails it in his own way.
     Holdworth’s “Drifting Into The Attack” begins with moody guitar synth, shortly joined by Lockwood. The rhythm section kicks into a rock shuffle reminiscent of Jeff Beck’s “Freeway Jam” and Holdsworth GOES! Eric Dolphy circle-breath chromatic romanticism (bar lines? We don’t need no steenking bar lines!) Jack takes a somewhat aimless bass solo and then Lockwood serenely brings the piece to a close. Except for Holdsworth, it doesn’t quite gel somehow.
     Next up is the Jack Bruce classic “Theme For an Imaginary Western” (which Cobham insists on referring to as simply “Western”). As  many different versions of this tune as I’ve heard, this is one of the strongest renditions as the poignant lyrics are perfectly offset by Bruce’s almost wistful singing and Lockwood’s empathetic playing. His work shows that violin was what this song was always missing, Beautiful. Beautiful Holdsworth too.  One of the great things about discovering this set is being reminded of what we’ve lost with Jack Bruce’s death as we are afforded the opportunity to hear him in a slightly different setting than usual.   
Next up is Jack Bruce’s “Uptown Breakdown” (shortly to appear on his Automatic album). Volume–pedal meandering leads into a typical Bruce/Brown bluesy rock tune with a few curve-balls in the chord changes. Tasty Holdsworth on this one.
     “Sleight of Hand” by Sancious is next. A driving violin-based head touches on country-western territory while Cobham keeps the pot boiling (nice double bass!) as Bruce breaks up the groove. Lockwood takes flight and ends up in outer space until Billy gives us an extended solo featuring dynamic variation and licks you could sing along with.  A hoedowny recap ends it.
     “Bloody Mary” by Lockwood closes the set. It reminds me of Jean-Luc Ponty’s rock-based writing but the bop-four solo mid-section (Jack kills on walking bass!) distinguishes it. Nice violin and Sancious before Holdsworth gets a two-chord vamp to play over, leading into Lockwood’s flying recap.         
     They return to encore with “the part that is totally unrehearsed…I guess it’s in Bb…” Everybody reaches back to their roots as the jam turns into a good old shuffle blues which is where all these people started anyway.     
     I suppose if you had to hang a label on this session, it would be “fusion”.  Sure, the sound and some of the stylistic trappings often hearken back to the mid-70s sound of Nemperor Records. But…most jazz-rock didn’t have this kind of heart or this level of musicianship (“chops” are only an ASPECT of musicianship, a fact which much fusion of the 70s and 80s tended to ignore). No posturing, no proselytizing (for L. Ron Hubbard or anyone else) no pretention, just five greats doing their jobs and showing that a real group knows how to listen, interact and support each other. It’s all about the music, not the egos.
     Enough already. Experience this for yourself. Trust me, its well worth it.

Review made by Kevin F. Wozniak/2015
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Mystic Braves - Days of Yesteryear (2015) review


Mystic Braves - Days of Yesteryear (Lolipop Records, 2015)

Stepping out from behind their previous more gritty garage sounding outing, “Days of Yesteryear” finds The Mystic Braves delivering a more tightly woven bit of lo-fi neo-psychedelia, complete with jangling sustained quivering guitars, Farfisa organ, and well delivered vocal harmonies that come off a bit etherial, and delightfully so ... think vintage Electric Prunes to the point where you’ll swear your hearing “Pushin’ Too Hard” drifting in the the background.

It seem that there’s more of this genre now then there was during the mid 60’s, and deciphering the good from the bad since The Allah Las burst onto the scene is getting harder than ever ... so allow me to say that The Mystic Braves have managed to combine that paisley garage psych with the smooth mellow imagery that’s become so popular, giving them their own space in which to expand your mind, and their sound.

All that’s missing is Andy Warhol, Twiggy, the Shindig Dancers, and a bit of the lysergic.

Review made by Jenell Kesler/2015
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Troubadour Dali - Let's Make It Right (2011) review


Troubadour Dali - Let's Make It Right (Euclid Records, 2011)

Listening to “Let’s Make It Right,” by Troubadour Dali floated over me like the memory of a long exhale from a hookah, a chunk of hash still smoldering in the bowl, friends laying about the room lost in the ceiling, the music, or a bit of both.  Slowly, reconstructing myself I remembered that this wasn’t 1968, that the only other being in the room was my cat, asleep on my chest ... nevertheless, I was lost both in the ceiling and the music, a low-fi heirloom quality of hypnotic layering with a sexy undercurrent, though don’t ask me to explain that, because I can’t, I just know that the the texture and atmosphere where unqualifyingly mystical and pleasant. 

With most of the songs riding on a steady groove of sustained multi-octave vocals, laying on an infectious fuzz induced bed of guitar manipulation that slides through the air in a most welcomed manner, along with an interplay that is both deep and upbeat.  I’m trying to avoid inferring that this is more of that romanic neo-psychedelic retro trippy sound that is so in right now, because it both is, and isn’t.  Yes, there’s a seamless timeless quality to what you’re gonna hear, and in the same light, on “Let’s Make It Right,” Troubadour Dali do just that, they seem to finally get it right, ironing out all of the creases, leaving you face to face with a mind altering sound that is very much of today.

Review made by Jenell Kesler/2015
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The Black Wizards - Lake Of Fire (2015) review


Let These Wizards Lead You To The Lake

Some things have been invented a very long time ago. The wheel and gunpowder are two things that spring to my mind. No one is going to claim to have invented the wheel or gunpowder but both has been in use for quite a few millennia. As the wheel can be transformed into circles of many sizes so can gunpowder be used for ever shifting colourful fireworks. Such is the case with The Black Wizards' debut album, Lake Of Fire.
Drinking from the same fountains as many of the contemporary bands around, The Black Wizards present us with a set of songs that give a new twist on previously heard sounds and stamp their own personality on these long tunes that pass by seamlessly.
Permeated with barely in control guitar feedbacks like a classic long lost proto heavy rock band, The Black Wizards capture the spirit of records done with a sense of urgency lacking on some of today's groups. It's as if they have been dwelling in obscurities having learned all there is to learn with more famous '70s groups and then moving on.
Slow and heavy, The Black Wizards reach further to invoke a sonic pallet that reeks of genuine pleasure in what they do. Never losing track of rhythm and momentum, they take us deeper into their own little lake of fire. And boy, does that lake burn...
If heavy riffing is your deal, look no further. Also, if frantic and relentless fuzzed out guitar solo freak outs is your thing, then get ready because these guys are not afraid to step on their fuzz pedals and eclipse you out of existence. 
A solid body of work, Lake Of Fire is more than an excellent calling card into the foray of long players. It's like a huge bonfire in the middle of the night. Throughout the album, The Black Wizards display a dizzying and dazzling interplay between guitarists Joana Brito and Paulo Ferreira, held on like non sniffed glue by bassist João Mendes and completely blown to bits by explosive powerhouse drummer Helena Peixoto. All this is punctuated by Joana Brito who doubles as vocalist and adds a bluesy feel to their doom infected groove.
The best example of this ferocity is the pair of tracks "Gypsy Woman" and "Lake Of Fire". On this particular set of tracks, there are no stop signs as they grind you to the ground until you are nothing more than ashes scattered into oblivion by the wind. What links these two songs is an atomic bomb of a drum solo as if Helena Peixoto is playing Madison Square Garden in 1971 and you feel transported back to the time when drum solos were actually something to listen to! 
Stand out tracks also include "I Don't Mind" and the incredibly powerful opener "Pain" which promise to be crowd pleaser. With their incredibly catchy heavy hooks, one wonders what kind of wizardry are these persons into.
The subtle use of percussion also adds an extra flavour through the path of this record slowing it down a notch. When you reach the end of the record, you realize you have been bulldozed with stellar guitar work and stone age mega riffage and the search party begins to salvage your remains from the bottom of the lake.


Gunpowder and the wheel may have been invented a long time ago but these new spells conjured up by The Black Wizards makes you wonder what other circular fireworks will they thrust upon us next time around...


Review made by Carlos Ferreira/2015
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Repeated Viewing - The Three Sisters Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (2015) review


Repeated Viewing - The Three Sisters Original Motion Picture Soundtrack – CD, 12” – Wil-Ru / We/Me Records

Alan Sinclair has been around for several years at this point making his own patented version of the dark wave ambient sound that so many people have been biting over the last few years.  Sinclair on the other hand is no simple Carpenter worshipper, his love of the giallo, ambient, rock and horror genres all seamlessly blend together in Repeated Viewing.  He’s released a ton of stuff over the years digitally, but only recently during the horror boom that’s happening, has he finally started to receive a little bit of the much deserved attention that he has coming his way and started to get physical product out into the world.  He’s got a ton of releases in the works and I think one of the things that helped him finally garner attention from labels was this first release of some of his soundtrack work,in this case composed for the 2015 Daire McNab film The Three Sisters.  I’ve got to be honest and say that I’m not super familiar with either the film, or McNab’s work.  What I am familiar with is Repeated Viewing’s abilities when it comes to amazing composition and arrangement, honing his abilities over countless releases and years locked in experimental seclusion.  Even considering all of this, The Three Sisters OST is an absolutely monumental step forward for Repeated Viewing as a coherent and cohesive collection of tracks; especially highlighted by the track sequence, which was obviously done to fit the moving images it was written to accompany.  The Three Sisters perfectly showcases not only the hauntingly beautiful melodies that Repeated Viewing is known for while allowing him to channel his innermost giallo/horror vibes, but also the incredible breadth of sounds and emotions in between that he’s likewise more than capable of.  Opening with the six and a half minute “Main Titles” (Three Sisters) synthesized bells ring and echo out of a forbidding darkness before being joined by a bellowing low end and guitars.  Drums slowly slip themselves into the mix, dragging things into a lumbering convulsing procession before the song literally just explodes into a universe of sound.  The guitars screech and pop, rising and then dipping back in the mix, a sinister slinking synthesizer looms and threatens below the entire composition; the sound slowly taking on a more and more hideous and threatening form.  The main theme of the song begins to grow and then waver in the guitars and keys, threatening at times to almost disappear before the choir of sounds seem to convalesce into a perfectly conceived apex of sound, joining together in a unison call to dark gods and the ancient ones.  The end of the song almost reminds me of something from one of the Phantasm movies, a perfectly executed arpeggio repeating behind a droning choir of ethereal voices, tied together by an extremely minimalist Carpenter rhythm.  “Heartbeat” is the first song that should make it quite apparent you’re not just listening to any old horror soundtrack, that Three Sisters is something different and unique.  The haunting piano line that opens and repeats throughout “Heartbeat” is damned near perfect, and the almost Friday The 13th use of the vocoder – or what I assume is a vocoder at least – is genius.  The piercing calls of distorted breath are extremely unnerving, especially as they’re floating above a rising chorus of keys crawling up to the top of the mix, and finally fading away into nothingness.  “Alone At Midnight” is a great example of how much influence Sinclair pulls from Italian giallo and avant-garde horror soundtracks.  What starts as a seemingly random clamoring of sounds and blips, is slowly joined by a reticent drum track and a drone of bone shaking bottom-end.  It really sounds like it could have been pulled out of some Dario Argento library music, the obviously analog sounds battling for space in the chocked and dense jungle of noise.  Growing more emphatic the farther it progresses, “Alone At Midnight” slowly begins to take its’ enigmatic shape.  The shift at three minutes in, and the proceeding forty seconds though, is something that could have been pulled out of a number of killer Cannon or Hammer horror films. A screeching organ drifts off slowly in the mix as “Alone At Midnight” comes to a close leading the listener to the humming opening notes of “She Hears Him”.  Growing from the low bellowing tones of what sounds like a distorted organ or something, “She Hears Him” slowly begins to unhinge, little by little at first, tiptoeing along at a menacing pace. You almost feel like you’re peering through the eyes of a voyeur, slowly stalking their victim the sublime sounds in their mind growing darker and more intense with the passing of the seconds before fading slowly and giving way to the sound that follow it.  If “She Hears Him” reminded me of a stalking track then “Gunter’s Sympathy” takes things to a whole new level.  Growing from another echoed repeating sound very reminiscent of Manfredini’suse of vocal sampling on a plethora of Friday The 13th releases, the keys begin to slowly invade the soundscape, and their rhythmic pulsating finally almost overtakes the echoed cry desperately repeating in the background.  An ominous choir of voices extremely reminiscent of Carpenter’s work on Prince Of Darkness or Seagrave and Myrow’s work on Phantasm joins the demonic symphony and then suddenly sputters out into nothingness, spiraling back into the mysterious ether from whence it came.  “He’s Here” is intense and driving from the very get go; pulsing arpeggiation cycle in the background of a truly demonic sounding howl of low-end keys that rise like smoke and steam from a crack in the earth into the very depths of hell.  It’s clear that things have just been warming up as the song begins to move in a much more threating direction, the sounds becoming increasingly despondent and atonal before again metamorphosing back into the repeated sounds of the synthesizers that close out the track.  The haunting bells of “Resistance”hiss and breathe with cracks like a dirty tape crawling atop the seemingly placid surface and are joined by a rising wail of distortion and brain rattling guitars bubbling up from the depths of the mix.  Suddenly, the track erupts into an explosion of live drums, guitar and dissonant keyboards franticly jangling and screaming in the recesses.  “Resistance” could be just as at home in any of Elite Entertainment’s late 80’s action films as it would in an mid-80’s slasher flick, or The Three Sisters itself, at least I assume the latter.  The full rocking sound of “Resistance” quickly dissipates and gives way to the ephemeral smoking tendrils of sound of “Childhood Fantasy”. Again proving that he’s just as at home with the more avant-garde side of composition and arrangement as he is with precise, infectiously repetitive themes and suites, Sinclair introduces a horrific sounding carnival organ into the muddied concoction of harsh despotic sounds.  A single piercing note undulates and warbles, the other instrumentation and themes coming and going like ghosts in a haunted house the whole time.  While it may not be the most ‘fun’ song on the album, it’s most certainly one of the most unnerving, and I dare you to stick on “Childhood Fantasy” late at night all alone and switch out all the lights – because I guarantee it will creep the hell out of you.  “The Escape” is another long movement, around seven and a half minutes.  These elongated compositions seem to be, or at least in my opinion, where Repeated Viewing really shines the brightest.  His ability to grow a song from slow starting seeds and ideas that blossom into fully realized and multi-instrumental arrangements across an expanded time pallet and scene are what really set Sinclair’s work apart for me.  He obviously takes his craft more seriously than a lot of the other people who set out to write much more upfront and hokey or intentionally retro synthesizer music.  And there’s nothing wrong with that kind of music, I personally love a nice cheesy synth, but that’s not necessarily a good game plan and it doesn’t always work.  When that’s the case the list of people to call upon who still work inside the industry and accompanying genre is extremely small, but Repeated Viewing should be near the top.  His ability to weave altering emotions, build and drop suspense at will is unbelievable, and it’s easy to see, especially when listening to tracks like “The Escape”.  Rising and building for nearly four minutes before it’s joined by any percussion, I’m not sure how the rhythm becomes so increasingly emphatic over that period without their being an abrupt or jolting shift.  I’m not even really sure how Sinclair peels the layers back once more revealing the innermost core of the song, and then almost instantaneously introduces a host of live instruments without it sounding like a completely different song, but how he manages to shift the mood to a completely triumphant and celebratory one from the dirges of the most ominous of threats is absolutely spellbinding!  There are those who will likely be turned off by some of the more rock influenced angles, upset it’s not completely synthesized sounds and solely electronica but they will be the minority and have obviously missed the point. Repeated Viewing does much more than imitate John Carpenter or rehashing ideas already done to death, but instead incorporates many more of the actual sounds that you would find in just about any horror or action soundtrack from the mid-80’s.  For me, it’s just another thing that makes Repeated Viewing’s music truly unique and an absolute pleasure to listen to.  “The Creator” is a quick reminder that you are indeed listening to a horror film soundtrack.  The dissonant discordant synth tones and disembodied percussion that start “The Creator” quickly grow into a full-fledged monster.  At a minute and a half “The Creator” begins to absolutely bleed giallo influences all over the place.  You can hear some amazing Lucio Fulci and Stelvio Cippriani proclivities melded with what I would definitely call a Chuck Cirino influenced style and tone.  “The Creator” sounds like it might work in Chopping Mall if you found the right scene. Like a song drug straight out of the 80s, although it’s a bit more dark and forbidding than Cirino’s compositions for Chopping Mall, “The Creator”defies time so deftly it could inevitably easily find a good home there.  The CD release of The Three Sisters motion picture soundtrack is finished out by a series of four remixes by various and pretty well-known faces in the ‘ horror soundtrack’ and accompanying genre/community.  The first is a remix of the opening “Main Titles” by Umberto, who is a ridiculously talented musician in his own right without a doubt, standing heads and tails above most of the rest of the recently arrived competition inside the horror music scene.  He does not disappoint here, stripping away nearly two minutes of the original six and a half minute arrangement. In doing so, Umberto strikes at the very core of the original composition and crafts something new and amazing from it, something unholy and dark, forbidding and sinister.  If you’ve ever stared pensively over the side of your bed wondering what horrors lie only inches from your face as you sleep beneath the slim covering of your sheets dangling like curtains to hide the hell beneath, than “Three Sisters” (Umberto Remix) should sound very familiar.  It’s as if my childhood nightmares were perfectly encapsulated in escalating outbursts of synthesizers, taking shape and eventually a physical form before your very eyes as the song progresses.  Reaching a frenzied peak of noise and commotion “Three Sisters” (Umberto Remix) finally breaks and rolls back in a wave of echoes and keys, only to be quickly replaced by the haunting tones of the “Gunter’s Sympathy” remix provided by none other than Vercetti Technicolor.  I’m not even going to get into a huge sidebar about how amazing Vercetti is or how it’s the solo project of the Giallo Disco label owner, how you can get his albums digitally for free from his Bandcamp page or anything like that.  What I will get into, is how Vercetti is able to cast a dreamy shadow of dark foreboding over the original version, making it even more ethereal and ghostly.  The ephemeral form of “Gunter’s Sympathy” (Vercetti Technicolor Remix) pays much less homage to the Phantasm influences you could originally hear, and instead replaces them with a healthy helping of Carptenter-esque avant-garde sounds, tones, and drone notes wafting listlessly in and out of the mix.  Nearly doubling the length of the original track, this is one of the rare occasions - where even though I love the original track, I think the remix might actually be a marked improvement; expanding the core idea of the song and allowing it more ample time to breathe.  “He’s Here” the Antonio Maiovvi’s None More Cosmic Mix on the other hand is the weak link in the chain here for me.  This is surprising as Maiovvi’s music is usually right up my alley, but in his more club-beat version of “He’s Here” I can’t help but feel like he stripped the heart right out of the track.  Maybe it’s the fact that I love the original so much, but I don’t think that the None More Cosmic Mix quite lives up to its name or does proper justice to the original.  The one thing I can say is that Maiovvi truly makes it his own, and it sounds much less like a remix than a completely new composition based on elements of the original tune.“Resistance” is given a new treatment by Night Sequels who I think much more aptly approach the tune and transform it into somewhat of a more club friendly sounding version of its predecessor. Half way through the song I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, and then, exploding in a synthesized glitter of disco lights and glass floors I was rocketed onto the dance floor.  The remix feels funky, not forced, dancible and yet not tampered with.  I definitely prefer the original version of “Resistance”, but the new direction for the song that Night Sequels pulled off is pretty impressive in its’ own right.  All in all Three Sisters is without a doubt one of the most interesting soundtracks I’ve ever heard offered up and the remixes filling up the extra space on the CD was a really nice touch as well in my humble opinion, making this more than worth the admission price.  I love to see excess space filled up with something interesting or entertaining, and the four tracks at the end of the CD definitely qualify as all of that and more.  I recently finished up a small Q+A with Alan Sinclair AKA Repeated Viewing and I was informed that the Three Sisters soundtrack is going to be released on 12” vinyl by We/Me Records unfortunately excluding the four remixes.  However, vinyl enthusiasts fret not!  The ever amazing Sinclair has your back in the form of the Three Sisters Remixes 12” that is going to be coming out on Disko Obscura in December.  There’s a host of other Repeated Viewing releases in the works but I’ll talk more about all of that in my interview with him.  In the meantime The Three Sisters will operate as a perfect primer course of what to expect from Repeated Viewing and wet your pallet to get in on some insider info…  So what are you waiting for?  This had to have taken you the better part of a year to read! Get off your guff, listen to some tunes, and make sure to score a copy soon.  There’re only 300 copies of the CD and I’m pretty sure the vinyl’s going to be even more limited–read as: do not sleep on this release, it will sell out.  Make sure to keep an eye out for the interview coming soon and further reviews too, as I’m going to be on Repeated Viewing like white on rice from now on!


Review made by Roman Rathert/2015
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Nik Turner’s Intergalactic Arkestra - Space Fusion Odyssey (2015) review


Nik Turner’s Intergalactic Arkestra - "Space Fusion Odyssey"

Mr. Turner’s discography takes more turns and detours than the M1 under construction in the summer, but this is approximately his 12th solo project, not to mention several dozen other releases under a plethora of names, many legal variations of ‘awkwind. Always surrounded by the cream of the crop, Turner has outdone himself this time, garnering support from guitarists Robbie Krieger (Doors), Steve Hillage (Gong), and John Etheridge (Soft Machine), legendary jazz drummer Billy Cobham (Miles Davis, Mahavishnu Orchestra), Amon Düül II founder John Weinzierl, and many more. The self-descriptive album title suggests this will be a seamless marriage between the space rock and jazz fusion styles that have been prevalent throughout his 50-year career.
        “The owls are not what they seem” (as David Lynch warned), but they sure sound like they’re swooping in to kickoff ‘Adjust The Future’, a frenetic rush of muscular bass, nimble-fingered guitar soloing, and dizzying synth flourishes that all demonstrate where Ozric Tentacles found their influences. Octogenarian Gongstress Gilli Smyth also drops by to add her inimitable space whispers around Turner’s serpentining sax.
Squawking sax adds an eerie vibe to the Eastern-flavoured ‘Hypernova’, and ‘Pulsar’ serves up some tasty jazz fusion licks and appropriately spacey synth bubbles. Elsewhere, ‘An Elliptical Galaxy’ is an air guitarist’s delight, with more free-skronking, jazzy sax from Turner, while the short-but-sweet ‘A Beautiful Vision In Science Forgotten’ adds a funky backdrop to the outer space flashes from oblivion.


While vinyl junkies will salivate over the packaging (a 12-panel poster fold-up houses starburst-coloured vinyl), real fanatics will opt for the CD version which includes practically a second album’s worth (over 35 minutes) of bonus tuneage spread across four new tracks! Ms. Smyth jostles you from a narcoleptic daze to space-whisper sweet nothings in your ear throughout the sexy, saxy skronking ‘We Came In Peace’, ‘Interstellar Clouds’ is a wah-wahlking, talking funk machine, and you get eight-and-a-half more minutes of floating, Eastern-flavoured navel-gazing with ‘Chapter 2’ of ‘Spiritual Machines’. I even thought I heard a sitar strolling around in there for added comfort and Turner’s dancing flute provides some additional head maneuvering!


  All told, another fantastic outing from Turner and his crew of superstar guests – be sure to catch Turner and his live band performing highlights from the release on his current US tour.

Review made by Jeff Penczak/2015
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