This album is a perfect example of why garage-rock has already been done to death and why you and your skinny-jeans-wearing, trust-fund-living bros really shouldn't start a garage-rock band. This came out in 1966 and was already turning conventional garage-rock on its head by adding all the acid-fried weirdness of Roky Erickson and his band to the mix. That's right, 1966. It was that long ago that people saw garage-rock as something stale enough that a new direction was warranted entirely. In case you haven't read other posts on the blog, I hate garage-rock and especially the thousands of shit eaters who have decided in the last ten years that they should start a garage-rock band. It's FUCKING OLD. Seriously. Even if you just want to pay tribute to the genre, a real rarity these days since most schmucks' idea of classic garage is the Black Lips, the Gories did it better than anyone else ever could have so maybe it's time everyone stopped trying???
Anyway, I don't want to take away from the greatness and innovation that is this LP. This is one of the first psychedelic albums and it's awesome! The songwriting is incredible, the guitar playing is the catchy little bit of sugar that keeps it from descending into absolute weirdness and Roky Erickson's voice is perfect for these songs. If you don't like music from the 60's as a rule or if you like garage-rock and haven't heard this then you must click the link!
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Dude, all music is old. And you apparently don't understand the greatness of it if you can't get past the concept of old or new. All good music is timeless. Want to know what is really old, though? And not timeless? Those pussy-ass bozo's you have at the top in that banner. The gay metallica.
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