Gong, the anarchic multi-dimensional jazz/pop/rock ensemble somehow labelled as a Canterbury band. Yes Hillage and Allen started out in various bands from that area but Gong are really so much more European than that. I know in the age of Brexit such a thought may be untenable.
Those wacky Gongsters sang about the dreaded weed and pixies and teapots and pussies and all sorts of other subversive things. They managed to be counter to the counter culture and make some amusing, fun and bewildering albums along the way. Here we have a reunion of some sort in 1977, at a 24 hour show were several incarnations of Gong performed along with some solos spots from Daevid Allen, Steve Hillage and Tim Blake, the whole shebang ended with several hours of the “classic” or most famous version of the band.
There are some strange edits, mid song and it sounds like it was recorded by some stoned European, which it probably was. The music is as ever for Gong as bewildering mix of psychedelia, jazz and slightly naughty at times in-jokes. It does however manage to capture the essence of what is a unique band, yes they are annoying at times but they make such a joyous noise that you can forgive the dodgy lyrics.
If ever you have the need to truly confuse the people you live with Gong will do that for you pretty simply. They could lead to separation, divorce or if you are lucky your children striking out on their own to leave you with space to spread out.
In other news it is day two of don’t buy any records may. This is caused by the rash decision to buy a tractor.
Here is Ben giving it a shot, who knew that it would have a cell phone charging socket, the world has surely lost its head.