Thursday, January 24, 2013
I present to you the new Mean Gang full-length, Crashing Waves. A classically psychedelic travelogue with shades of Tangerine Dream, Joseph Conrad, and Werner Herzog's Cobra Verde. Exotic-leaning and Krautrock-informed. A journey– o'er oceans, deserts, jungles, air&space, and upriver. Down into the blinding light, backwards into the dark places.
I myself am a Gang member (full-disclosure and just-so-you-know), and I am very pleased to share this thing with you. If you tend to enjoy visiting me at this spot, if it pleases you to partake of the treasures presented here, there's a pretty solid chance you'll take some pleasure in this thing, too. Try it out. If you're feeling generous, you could even let it blow your mind.
We've put it up on Bandcamp, to make it possible for listeners to give us some money, if they want. That could mean you, but it doesn't have to. The price is "name-your-price," which means it's free if you like (just enter "0"). Don't be shy about snagging it for free-- if you want to help support a wild gang of experimentalist explorers, then throw us a dollar or ten-- but what we really want is for folks to listen to it. I just want you guys to hear it, man.
If all that hullabaloo sounds like a bunch of malarky to you, and contrary to the bloggin' spirit, then I have a solution for that as well. I'll also upload a rip and link to it from here. But you'll have to go to the bandcamp site to get flac or whatever advanced formats you might prefer.
Go on this journey, amigos.
Friday, January 11, 2013
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.