Mary Butterworth - USA 1969
This was released on LP as a paste-on sleeve private press. Needless to say, it’s rarer than hens’ teeth lodged in the teat of a golden wasp’s nipple. Now, the music itself is savory and expansive in the sense that it takes you out into the poppy fields to spread your arms eagle-wide and try to fly. These tunes get under your skin and make you want to learn the words so you can sing along with the clear-eyed vocalist. The guitar lines are nothing short of completely memorable and the accompaniment is hefty in tow, with its tumbler set to roll. The opening and closing reprise a thematic meander that melts underneath your seat - mind you, this is not the brain-frying sort of psychedelic, but it certainly doth burn on a hot bed of drumkit pitter-patter splattering throughout. Great churning organ comping all over the place! This is a sticky disc, bearing a quick repeat after the initial spin on any given day - it’s sly power overtakes you like a lumbering dose of fat chicken weeds in syrup paste.
Outcome:
A great underground piece full of fuzzy workouts and tasty song structures.
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Yes, I like my psychedelic rock, and that is something that spills into love and adoration regularly. For some reason I cannot understand, this dialectic is usually diametrically opposed with the appreciators of progressive rock. Anyone slagging this one has simply not heard it recently, that is my opinion.
::12/15 - a borderline classic::