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Rating: "... and suddenly everything became clear to him."
Even clearer today in this splendid edition.
Where the sounds are improved. Some original tracks extended. A precious booklet with writings by the authors and David Toop. And dulcis in fundo seven tracks recovered from analog tapes.
Yes, but what wasn't clear? What happened?
Simple. Straddling the 70s and 80s, when there was great confusion under the sky. When new sound and social movements were blossoming. And they roamed lost over mutating prairies. When overly excited souls questioned the Meaning and the senses. In short, when the world's pedal accelerated, a road sign appeared stating: "My life in the bush of ghosts".
And then many looked at it with wonder and amazement. Because it showed arrows that, for once, did not point in a single direction. They indicated multiple possible trajectories. They pointed images of an elsewhere projected into our reality. Ethnic visions, overlapping and tremendously fascinating.
Synthetic nightmares (America is waiting). Mystical dramas (Mea Culpa). Exotic mysteries (Regiment). Delirious sermons (Help Me somebody). Tribal exorcisms (The Jezabel Spirit). And so on, without respite, for eighteen stages.
Eighteen sound kaleidoscopes of syncopated funk and alien rock mixed with voices of television preachers, Arabic chants, and African rhythms.
In short, a cultural-musical soundclash of rare effectiveness. Generated by a pair of geniuses. Inspired by Afro-futurists and created in an era where cut and paste was in its infancy. A handcrafted gem that even today, enriched with interesting unreleased tracks, surprises and gratifies the mind.
A musical sun destined to remain high and brilliant for years to come.
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