Wednesday, 28 May 2014

The Moonflowers - Hash Smits

I think I've said elsewhere on this blog that the Moonflowers were, back in the day, one of my very faves.  A 100% commited, totally inspirational group of visionary cosmic warriors who stood for freedom and the right to live, to love, to laugh, to lose your clothes and, last but not least, to launch yourself into psychedelic space and get so high that you would eventually forget how to get back down again.

Hash Smits was their debut album, released in 1992, pulling together all their early releases and a John Peel session.  I saw them play most of it at Glastonbury Festival (not sure which year, it's all a bit of a haze...).  One thing I do remember is that during their set, they let everyone down the front get up on stage with them to join in the love.  It was chaos, beautiful chaos.  One hundred mushroom heads freaking out on stage together for the aural and visual pleasure of the thousand mushroom heads watching them.  Needless to say, the whole experience blew my mind.  One of the best daze ever.

I listened to this album just yesterday for the first time in many years.  It still sounds great, taking in Hendrix inspired work-outs, smooth psychedelic love grooves, anti-war stomps, and, especially on 'I Want To Dill You', disturbing, simmering, bad acid freak-outs.

Track Listing:
  1. Rock 'n' Roll
  2. We Dig Your Earth (Dig It)
  3. Warshag
  4. Fire
  5. I Want to Dill You
  6. Dub Time
  7. My Baby
  8. Groove Power
  9. Back Where I Belong
  10. Get Higher
Feel the vibrations here.

It's been a long time....

...a real long time.

Hmm...yeah...time.  It's kind of elastic.  It contracts, stretches, then contracts.  You don't notice at first.  Then it stretches again, then it stretches some more and you start to feel something.  It keeps on stretching and pulling and gets tighter and tighter until you think it can't stretch no more and it looks like it's gonna break and finally - ZZZZIIINNG!! - it snaps back into place, yanking the past and future into one perfect, quivering now.  But this isn't a moment of Zen, this is a moment of pure fucking horror.  You are a confused, wide-eyed wreck.  You hear a scream from afar and slowly realise that it's coming from your own mouth.  You stare aghast at the mirror, you plead with the calender, you fall to your knees and start begging into clasped hands, sobbing, praying to anyone who might be listening - where the fuck did the last five years go?!?

What I'm trying to say is this - I haven't posted here for five years.  The links here are mostly dead, they have been for a while.  That was due to some file-sharing nazis hassling me for cash which I didn't have.  Someone recently left a rather nice post on the 'Russell' section of the blog and it brought me back here for the first time in a while.  A nice little corner of the internet, this.  Music which was pretty hard to find elsewhere and an often appreciative bunch of freeloaders.  So, here's the upshot - if anyone really can't locate any of these sounds elsewhere and you're desperate and you got no-one else to turn to, I can help.  I can repost any of these sounds upon request.  All you gotta do is ask....

Recently found my old Freakbeat singles.  You remember....weird, floppy things given away by those kind folk who used to publish Freakbeat magazine.  If I can get my shit together to get them digitised, I'll post them here.  Bound to be someone out there who'd appreciate it.