Recorded live to tape with one crappy microphone (it says so on the back) this one tracker starts with firecracker drums and over-wrought guitar squeals… a smidgen of laughter from the stalls… but you know you're on to a winner, when those Hendrix noodles begin to wade through the Dali-esque bass, all fried egg whiteness n greasy glisten… a light smattering of vox grazes itself on the limited sound canvas, transformed occasionally into hi-end jet streams, as if straight from Hades arse. In amongst all that concussion and crooked cymbal kiss, the Amon Duul jam certainly bleeds out a satisfying riffology, curling toes and nodding heads as cross-cut shapes whirl around the stickiness and voices are spun between the momentum grown tangles…
Suddenly it starts to fade back…and you're going nooooooo! Then at the 20min mark everything is quickly resurrected in screeching un-holiness, a sound akin to being torn asunder by owls…The anti, seriously upped, with abyss knives clattering at the apex and squealing gasses escaping on heralding horns… a looped nightmare of tech-vomit and phaser scrub… cut off in it’s prime… I’m looking back at that mushroomed apocalypse of the cover that suckered me in… thinking these boys have done it proud…
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