Blurt
In Berlin

I have nothing but my (limited) memory to rely on, but now I have free time and want to pay tribute to an unknown band (often confused with the much more famous Blur) that deserved a much different fate.

Having released only two LPs, this live album and the subsequent self-titled studio album, this band with its unusual trio formation: abrasive alto sax/vocals, syncopated electric guitar/trombone(!) and funky drumming (incredibly, drummer Milton came from the unforgettable Quintessence, a music universe entirely different in space/time) produced music that, for those who dared to listen to it, was an unforgettable experience, akin -- but only remotely -- to contemporaries Rip, Rig and Panic (who remembers them?).

Undoubtedly, it’s not music for everyone, but among the learned debaserians who will listen to it, there will certainly be those who will appreciate it.

I’ll attempt to describe the music in an approximate way: free jazz with, however, a solid rhythmic anchor, guitar full of engaging offbeat riffs and punkish vocals.

Surely a most original music, which I believe cannot be compared to any other. I find it exhilarating!

I apologize again for the concise review and the lack of cover art (a pile of pink plastic garbage placed on a lovely lawn) but better than this I could not do; however, this album needed to be acknowledged and covered.

I rely on the capable and competent assistance of the esteemed editors.