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| Just gawjuss. You'll want it to play twice the first time you hear it. |
Mission Statement: to do very little, for very few, for not very long. Disappointing the easily pleased since 1819. Not as good as it used to be from Day One. History is Bunk - PT Barnum. Artificially Intelligent before it was fashionable. Fat camp for the mind! Nothing lasts, but nothing is lost. The Shock of the Old! Often bettered, never imitated. "Wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst, blickt der Abgrund auch in dich hinein" - Pauly Shore.
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| Wilf at the top of his game, yesterday! Copyright Foam-O-Graph© |
So leave us let th' Brimster get this multicolored ball o' wax rolling!"Howdy, Foameteers®! It's sweet Sunday here on th' 'I Love Home' and here's some swell music to file alongside all them other downloads you never got around to listenin' to! Back in the day, grabbin' these elpees was trickier than pullin' eels from a mudhole, but what with this new-fangled electric radio technology you can be diggin' the sounds in the twitch of a possum's whisker! So throw back a tab of backwoods acid and join in the fun while it's still here to be joined in with!"
Today, Wilf Brimley's Psychedelic Psunday Pstash is a whole mess o' first-class second-tier psych on the ever-optimistic Mainstream label; twelve albums I haven't the energy to paint the covers for. Here's FoamFavorite™ Kreemé [eighteen my ass - Ed.] to introduce those albums in full:
✌🏻December's Children
✌🏻Freeport
✌🏻Lacewing
✌🏻Superfine Dandelion
✌🏻Tangerine Zoo (x2)
✌🏻Tiffany Shade
✌🏻Jellybean Bandits
✌🏻Art Of Lovin'
✌🏻Growing Concern
✌🏻A Pot Of Flowers (bonus)
✌🏻Bohemian Vendetta(bonus)
No serious collection of second-tier psych is complete without these swell recordings! Everything upgraded to @193, incorporating audio frequencies beyond the human ear's capacity to hear! (Last two albums are late additions with a separate link, in comments).
This post pre-sprayed with Auntie Em's Antipossum Antidote™
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| Schnitzengruben auditions star of tomorrow at prestigious Flick-Disc™ HQ, yesterday! Foam-O-Graph© |
Hi, teens! Flick-Disc© prexy Dick Schnitzengruben here, with his finger on the throbbing pulse of the nation's youth! And man oh man, have we ever got some swingin' platters comin' your way!
Sadly, Schnitzengruben was busted for human trafficking, violating the Mann Act, and felony removal of mattress labels. These three discs were to be the label's only product, and everybody died tragically, including Schnitzengruben's youthful ward and personal assistant, Twinky Hunkcheese, who painted the covers for these albums all by himself. But you can relive the heady atmosphere of that Golden Era of second-tier psych by simply clicking the link in the comments!
This post funded in part by Morty's Munchy Meat Mart, Pomona, CA. "Try our world famous Hen Knuckles!"
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| Indescribably handsome, yes. Funny, no. |
The thing about Sting, see, is that he seems to be completely, utterly, totally, lacking a sense of humor. Can you picture him laughing at a beau jeste? I can't. ROFLING or LOLING, let alone LHFAO, is not the Sting style. He called himself Sting, remember. I could take the preening vanity - he has a lot to preen about. I could take the pretension, more often expressed in interviews than music. Pretension has an important part to play in artistic creation. But I couldn't take his grinding, monolithic self-seriousness. His lack of play.
Be that as it may, and it certainly is, the man has made some pretty sublime music, and the pretty sublimest is probably on Ten Summoner's Tales. So ultimately, I win. I don't have to listen to him hold forth and declaim in the drawing-room. All I have to do is "sit back, relax, and enjoy" this fantastic album.
The deliverable is the download-only extended version. It's not better than the original, but only a fool would deny it's longer. Play it in the backgound as you and your lowlife pals pass the Sterno. I done did a new cover [above - Ed.] so you can tell it apart from the original when you sober up.
This post made possible by the splendid folks at DrMacBook [Bangkok - Ed.], who performed miracles with my iMac.
Yemen in '68 was the last place you'd expect to find a thriving psychedelic scene, yet the night clubs of Sanaa were a boiling cauldron of lysergic experiment. Teens gathered at the infamous Club Fatwa to freak out to the grooviest new bands on the acid-rock scene, and the grooviest was Atom Juice, led by enigmatic Abdul Alhazred, ex-child movie star (that's him in A Yemeni Christmas). Their first album [self-titled, above - Ed.] was a national hit in '68, but global stardom eluded them when the great camel milk drought of '69 crashed the nation's economy overnight.
I got nuthin'.
But you get this unfeasibly bodacious album, which if you dig Floyd circa 68-70, because of course you do, you will clasp to your withered bosom with weak cries of joy and thankfulness.
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