Alice Donut
Magdalene

The Side A of this lovely forty-five released in the early nineties by Alternative Tentacles is a decent pterodactyl, wavering and hissing as was customarily dared at the time.

But, in reality, it's not about this that I wanted to talk to you.

So let's flip the vinyl and gently place the crackling needle on the retrospective Side B (I would have placed it on Side C, but there isn't one), which happens to be a cover of "Only The Good Die Young" by the warty Billy Joel.

And up to here everything is (more or less) regular.

Now: belonging, give or take a century, to the same geological era of the feathered Archaeopteryx, I have heard and often also appreciated a myriad of assorted nonsense within the (micro)grooves at 33, 45, and even 78 rpm.
The reason lies in the fact that being (essentially) idiotic, these nonsense fit perfectly with my wobbly brain.

But believe me, the BLENDER SOLO (!) is one of the most wonderfully astonishing things one can ever hear in the phonographic realm.

This gem - needless to say - must be promulgated in the air and disseminated as much as possible, besides being unanimously appreciated and thus left to posterity as a precious gem to be preserved until the end of time.

Yes, because if you think that the habitual trombone casually thrown in there a bit haphazardly by these Belice freaks (actually they are from New York) in the middle of the usual indie-rock'n'roll chaos, might seem like a fun diversion, well, when at the seventieth second the (only) blender solo kicks in, you are truly petrified: and the beauty is that it fits wonderfully with marvel.

It’s about low-speed centrifuge: initially not particularly exasperated. Then the paroxysmal acceleration! The blending in its most elegiac expression.
Not satisfied with such genius, here comes again the stripped trombone to close the phenomenal diptych.

The self-biographical notes in our possession do not unveil the mystery regarding the matter of the blending: from the consistency, I suppose it was the rotten leftovers from the night before. I'll ask them next time I get a chance.
Or I'll ask Moulinex.