Monday, March 28, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
First, the obligatory disclaimer and/or warning: this is another one of those “I love God,” weirdo, psych collectives. Believe me, it scares me too. But then I listen to this and I can just ignore all of that stuff. I’ve posted things like this in the past, so it seem s like many of you are able to do that as well. Or maybe you’re just obsessed with Jesus. And that’s fine by me so long as you don’t ask me to join your church (do not fucking e-mail about this please). .This was originally included on a real nice box set I picked up a few years ago. That must be long gone but I think their sole album is still available, so you might want to pick that up if you’re in more need of exotic, higher key, Jesus praising, cult, psych insanity. Look at the picture and you'll know what this sounds like.
You ever have crushes on dead people like me? Is that natural? I don’t mean some necrophilic desire but that feeling that you’re really not living in the right era. Well, Maya Deren was one of my long running crushes. Just look at her most famous photo of her looking out the window and tell me you don’t want to spend all day laying around in bed with her doing crosswords together. Lucky Teji Ito was not only a talented composer but was married to Deren at some point. All of her shorts are worth checking out, but I think it’s really Ito’s soundtrack work that affects me the most. Meditative, haunting, and definitely worth a listen. This means nothing to me but it might to a few of you, this was reissued by John Zorn at some point.
On paper this combo sounds like the worst shit imaginable. Oft described as some weird alchemic transmutation of Weezer (one of my most loathed bands) and a classic NWOBHM sound, I wasn’t too sure if this was going to live up to the acclaim. Thankfully, it does. And I can’t figure out how it does. It’s kind of like when you’re walking around and you see something on the ground and you can’t tell not only what it is, but even if it’s organic or synthetic. One of those objects that you really have no idea where the fuck it came from or how it might be used. And then you stare at it for awhile, and people begin to think you’re a nut and then you move on.Here
Not sure if we’re supposed to think of Monguito as being some celestial orb eerily looking down from the firmament to observe our sins. I suppose I kinda like that idea a little more than the whole old man with white beard myth that I keep hearing about. Monguito demands that we listen, and I believe it’s about time that we prick up our ears, if you haven’t done so already. It’s on Fania so you’ll probably know what this will sound like. As the weather turns warm this will be blasting out of my Saab. I’m sure the rednecks won’t be pleased. Mind you, I still see confederate flags on a daily basis.Here