Friday, January 11, 2013
YOU MUST: Eddie Callahan- False Ego (1975)
Is there a more enduring, satisfying example of this kind of private-press secret-genius LP? I submit that there may not be-- in terms of weirdo cult-rock, it's on a level of greatness with Ya Ho Wha's Penetration, and in terms of what we might call loner or outsider pop, it's practically unbeatable. Which is not to unduly claim it as "peerless," as it certainly nestles in with the likes of Michael Farneti, Donnie and Joe Emerson, The Kaplan Brothers, Bobb Trimble (if he weren't so sort of insufferable), etc. It's just that this one is the best, the most timeless, the most accomplished and beautiful.
Oh, I'm sure most of you are already hip to False Ego's incredible pleasures. It is a secret rather long since uncovered. But standing as we are in the icy foyer of this monstrous new year, trepidatious before the prospect of 365 new black and evil days and the untold countless horrors they promise to visit upon our naked and trembling animal bodies, I can scarcely think of a better comfort or superior rallying cry than the warm west coast wind that carries the synthesizer sound, sunny guitar, and boyish voice of Hare Krishna and affable mystic Eddie Callahan. Which is to say, if any of you out there haven't heard this, then I endeavor to change that fact-- and let's all enter 2013 with a sharp eye and happy ear on the False Ego.
I was going to keep extolling its virtues, but really what more can I say than: This album is basically perfect.