Forgotten post-punk neo-psychedelic greatness from 1982. Hypnotic organ, a glistening fried guitar, a dark bass line and a rhythmic guitar all swirl in unison as mystic recalcitrant Martin Bramah philosophises blissfully over the the top, mesmerising.
I hocked this record. I'm thinking maybe that was a mistake. Should have given it more of a chance.
ReplyDeleteReally? It took me half the 90s to track down a good copy. I became obsessed with Martin Bramah in 1989 because he rejoined The Fall for Extricate which I loved and then NME did a Fall family tree. It was this mysterious band of acid fried Fall drop-outs who did an LP in 1982. I mean that's just such an enticing idea. I was not disappointed when I finally got the record.
ReplyDeleteWell, I bought it for a dollar from the Port Adelaide markets... so maybe that had something to do with it. I dunno.. not my thing I guess. I'm not much of a Fall fan either. The idea of them is more interesting to me than listening to their music.
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