remember monster magnet – specially tab (mibbe spine of god) era – when those longhairs were still tripping, teasing out mad strands of heavy metal chunter and swirls of silvery ectojazm from narcotic brains. before wyndorf ditched the shrooms, strapped on his shiny leather pants and turned into the fucking scorpions, into some hard-rock cypher. remember those thirty long and damaged minutes of tab, one riff forever teetering at the edge of oblivion. more pedals and effex jiggerypokery than you could shake a lysergic dipped stick at. the sound of blue oyster cult’s brains leaking out of a stylus onto vinyl left corroding in the detroit rain.
remember?
same kinda shit getting peddled here. a barrage of drawn out monochording, descending psych scales and kraut rattle. bleeding with hum and wah, fuzzy fuzz, the inexorable march of deathdrums. and the language: cosmic dead, psychonaut, black rabbit, slow death of the infinite godhead. couldn’t be any more in the thrall of that whole sabbath, hawkwind, acid mothers, amon duul spaceblooze head-worshipping freakery if the cassette box also doubled as a bong and an electric jug. washes of fizzing strings, feeding back, delayed, distorted, phased. percussion that just poundsandpoundsandpounds.
unlike say acid mothers temple or aforementioned tab which seem to lurch along, barely containing their own demented momentum, there’s more a sense of motorik control with the cosmic dead. spacial exploration rather than the psychiatric breakdown. cologne rather than altamont. first track’s twenty minutes long. last track’s forty. for the attention deficit there’s a thirteen and six and a half minute number in between. there’s no hipster arched eyebrow here, no faux-intellectual exploration of unfashionable musical tropes. this is just one monstrous monged jam after another monstrous monged jam.
it’s out on who can you trust? who’ve also put out tapes by sylvester anfang ii and gnod so you know the company these fuckers keep. and that cover’s fucking beautiful.
hey thanks man. it’s a cracking tape. worth splashing a few bucks on.
yeah i really dug wyndorf before he and his schtick disappeared up his ass. tab really is one of my alltime favourite sides of vinyl. purrfect.
Nice. Very cool stuff. Also nice description of Wyndorf.
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hey thanks man. it’s a cracking tape. worth splashing a few bucks on.
yeah i really dug wyndorf before he and his schtick disappeared up his ass. tab really is one of my alltime favourite sides of vinyl. purrfect.