Can
Tago Mago

THE REVIEW

Introduction (22:17, from the Gospel According to Kurtz)

Inside a paper house, hunted by spliff-smoking krauts, long-haired mind-crushers who care about nothing but saving the plasticized world from such hope without apparent sense; poetic illusions where not even the pen of the writer knows what the hell is happening here and there. Eyes in a jar among neoplastic mushrooms, where Japanese motorcycles improvise words without caring about anything.
Futuristic guitar riffs with patches of tribal land crushed to the ground by a recharging drum set. Jet trash. Slapping two votes without apparent sense on a senseless text (not just apparently). But let’s proceed in order, this "Tango Mango", or "Tago Mago", deserves more.

Part One (58:34, from the toilet paper)

In not only a figurative sense, this record was born in 1971.
It was born from the semi-closed vagina of some German in a Germany destroyed by neo-Nazi regurgitations (words of Airone), from the exhaust pipe of a kind of man-machine-destroy-everything Damo Suzuki, with Germany having little to do with it. Or maybe not. 3 suites, inevitable. A thousand extinguished stars in "Halleluhwah", supernova of modern music along with the version of "Echoes" by Antonello Venditti. Like that night everyone experienced while Rai Uno broadcasted with a video inside Neu! '75. But when the hell did this happen???

Part Two (2:23, from your right buttock)

Among the thousand chainsaws (but even just saws) one realizes that they haven't realized anything yet. Here comes "Oh Yeah", dynamite bomb. Phrasing, patterns, singing. Orgasmically orgasmic. Pity for that extra "O" that brings everything down below the 5 constellations.

How to understand a deliberately "brick" record if one doesn't have a hard head?
By taking a bunch of LSD maybe? Smoking three joints in a row? Reading the Zingarelli 2020 dictionary? Licking your own butt? Standing up?

Conclusion (99:99, Day of Never)

Perhaps Nietzsche believed that God was dead. No, God is here. Not Ronnie James. No. But God in person, father of Christ, unclassifiable lover of the whole universe. You can notice this "God" on the cover. Black? Noooooooooooot.

Orange.

Because as someone said a long time ago:

Everything ended at the beginning.

Can - Tago Mago

Side one

1.  "Paperhouse" - 7:29
2.  "Mushroom" - 4:08
3.  "Oh Yeah" - 7:22

Side two

1.  "Halleluhwah" - 18:32

Side three

1.  "Aumgn" - 17:22

Side four

1.  "Peking O" - 11:35
2.  "Bring Me Coffee or Tea" - 6:47