It could be smell of an herb as you add it to a stew, the rustle of fabric, the light as you walk out of the front door, the sound of children laughing or the barking of a dog somewhere in the distance. Suddenly you are somewhere else remembering the joys, pains, successes and failure of the past.
Other times there’s a sense of displacement, this week we went for displacement and disorientation.
This week as an experiment I have exclusively been playing Nonagon Infinity on loop in the car for every drive if I am going to play music. Today I extended that to my workspace which has caused concern from my work colleagues. At one point in the car I had to turn everything off to get myself to some sort of equilibrium. My work mates asked me to turn it off before I got to side two which to be fair to them is the most raucous insane part of the album. If only they’d held on.
The album sounds like a cross between Hawkwind, some sort of jazz odyssey shit and The Kinks, its driving, disorienting and confusing, melodic, brutal and confrontational. Its music made for the mosh pit. It’s relentless intensity builds and builds, until the midpoint when Mr Beat hits like a cooling spa on the edge of the desert, of course then you’re into the insanity of Evil Death Roll, then we hit some strange alien jazzerdelia and the whole thing ends with the chugging space blues of Road Train which sounds like the band you imagine rocking out in the desert to Mad Max.
This is an album of excess, over stimulation and all out rock. There are synths guitars, drums and crazed harmonicas, what more do you need. It’s a science fiction express train to insanity and beyond. It’s what happens if you don’t take the drugs before hyper space and it’s brilliant.
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