thank you space expert.

pretty okay reissue of some gospel singers covering dylan in 69, produced by lou adler. not blowing my mind, but ya know, someone might want this out there.

four eyes to see the afterlife.

modern psyche rock from seattle. heavy on the earthy doomy new weird amerikuh vybez.

on the next full moon.

whimsical sixties pop heavily heavily heavily indebted to free design, the association, & that strain of band. the lyrics are pretty terrible, but the music is really nice. i'm sure someone will want this if yr into sunshine pop.

march of the chessmen.

a classique to tyde y'all over till the next wave of gems washes upon yr shore.

gray wave city.

zeuhl proggy psych jazz fusion gem from 1980 with richard pinhas (!!!) laying down some fucking siqq synth lines on top.

jazzphase.

amazingly good french private press psych prog record from the seventies. they should have scored a rollin film.

Song for Charlie

Well well, World Cup's finally over. You must imagine the mess Brazil has been over the past month, and I must say I'll kinda miss it (mainly because of the holidays). Not the reason which finally led me to break my long absence, tho.

Last week, a good man named Charlie Haden passed away. While most recognizable for his association with Ornette Coleman, he played the bass in many excellent recordings (notably Liberation Music Orchestra), not restraining himself to American jazz.

This collaboration with the -- legendary  -- Portuguese Guitar player, Carlos Paredes, is one of them. Accompanying a Portuguese Guitar with teh bass doesn't seem an easy task, which Haden, however, transformed into a subtle, yet splendent amalgamation.

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music to wash dishes by.

as a follow up to yesterday's post, here is some ace funk & soul from t.l. barrett.

if you see me.

gospel funk ranging from late sixties till mid eighties. my favorite is the first song by t.l. barrett, whose album i will be posting in the next coupla days.

viva brasil pt. 2

another slice of brasilian summer psych.

summer forever.

another summer record fershure. shigeru suzuki played in happy end & tin pan alley with harry hosono, which should be enough. power pop collides head on with yacht rock for total feel good sunny vibes.

viva brasil!

a classique of summery psyche rock.

a gift.

so it's taken me a while to post this gem of the hidden temple for a myriad of reasons. mainly as to the confusion surrounding this guy on my part. there is very very little about him other than a couple of you/ethiotube videos, where they list him as wasse kassa, but on the cd & one other place (which is also a mention of this cd in some radio playlist) they have him listed as wase kasa. finally i decided to just keep it the same as the artwork. if you'd like to change it after you download it, i don't fucking care. just download this. yr going to thank me, you really will. more in line with the modern ethiopian sound of joyous casio keyboard lines on top of drum machine beats. he also has a beautiful voice, & the songs are instantly memorable. i'm 99.9% certain that you can't download this anywhere else in the wastelands, so enjoy amigos.

tl;dr jammin' ethiopian shit from the nineties that is rare rare rare.

ps not a shitty scan of cover on my part. that is just how the cover looks.

call me armageddon.

bought this recently, had to share. this is the only place you can get this absolute gem. hauntingly beautiful. not for the timid of ear my intrepid explorers.

ps sorry for brevity. heading out of town. expect another peradam soon.

What the duck

I miss playing in a band. Despite having been part of quite a few, rarely I felt 100% satisfied with any of them, whether technically, artistically, financially (lol) etc. Fact is, I've always been kind of a draconian band leader (not by choice) and a lazy band member. Despite that, I've quite never met the musical match to inspire me to make things working -- actually there is only one chap whose musicianship I truly admired, and as maybe he'll read this, please take my compliment for granted.

This band, for instance, looks like a great band to be part of, whether you're playing on it or not. It's like you're watching them jamming with affordable instruments in some basement while drinking cheap beer and eating doritos. Regardless, it sounds like real good and catchy music, yet not the kind that will make into Girls or some cool TV ad. Their second album is availabe at Bandcamp.

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blue crystal fire.

a very enjoyable listen. & those fucking beards man. total dreamboats.

a lonely day in selma, alabama.

the follow up to that pacific album i posted a while ago. i love this & anything hosono touches. not as immediate as pacific is, it'll definitely grow on you.

ps if you didn't already, download pacific now!!!!

getting the drop.

"Bringing together two of Finders Keepers leading artists, longtime critical favourites and out-and-out pioneers of the French conceptual rock scene that we at FK HQ often refer to as the No-No years, Cacophonic are proud to present this rare collaboration between Jean-Claude Vannier and Michel Magne along with pianist Martial Solal for the pioneering Electrode album from 1967. As the creators of the albums that launched both our Finders Keepers and Cacophonic labels respectively it is plain to see how this early LP represents a historic keystone in our precious roster. Electrode also documents the first professional job as an album arranger for the young Vannier, working under two of his heroes, at the tender age of twenty four (some five years before he cemented his relationship with Serge Gainsbourg providing the music for the celebrated Histoire De Melody Nelson). Marking the earliest example of Vannier’s evident penchant for ethnic influenced string arrangements (inspired by his early studio work with Algerian musicians) Electrode elaborate introductions drawn comparisons to the orchestral elements in the Don Cherry/Ronald Frangipane score for Jodorowsky’s Holy Mountain – complete with its fervent anti-pop overtones. This one-off patchwork arrangement of brooding cinematic flair, anti-concrete soundscapes and free jazz piano flirtations represents each of these important artists in equal proportions and serves as a direct meeting of Vannier’s L’Enfant Assassin Des Mouches (FKR001) and Magne’s Musique Tachiste (1CACK) with the privileged inclusion of one of France’s most lauded jazz pianists – a mantle shared only, in our opinion, by Francois Tusques. An essential prototypal release for our expanding Cacophonic label Electrode exposes yet another side of off kilter European free music continuing to prove to the die hard skronkophobiacs that jazz is not a four letter word." - boomkat

just three words. jean-claude vannier. yr downloading.

meditations on a pair of wire cutters.

been meaning to post this for ages, actually since i wrote about it on my tape blog. then other records came along & this got shoved to the back. well, no longer friends. this is by far my favorite carpenter film, & my favorite soundtrack from him as well. heavy ominous synths abound on this one.

One for jefe, another for everyone else

 

 I'll c-c-combo break the homages jefe have been handling to everyone here to grant his well-deserved own.

Hermeto "the Sorcerer" Pascoal is as awesome and old as dinossaurs. He recorded / participated in dozen of releases, between solos, collaborations and one-time projects, such as the ones above. Quarteto Novo was formed as a touring band for a popular singer, Geraldo Vandré. When the tour was finishied, they decided to record an album together -- which I previously shared in the lodge. As the drummer was an acquaintance of Hermeto, he invited him to join the sessions, and almost didn't make in because of his "awkward looks" -- Hermeto has albinism -- according to some manager. Fortunately, he eventually joined in only to record one of the most quintessential Brazilian instrumental albums.

A couple of years later, he would also be invited to join Brazilian Octopus, a supergroup assembled to perform the soundtrack for an ambitious institutional event. Yet another quintessential record, although with a whole different concept. It's hard indeed to believe these two records are only two years apart from each other. I bet my socks you're really gonna dig this one, buddy (email arriving soon).

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