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I reciprocate the compliments for your interest in Fahey, but you shouldn't take my "he seems to want to be an innovator" as ironic because for me he is ALREADY an innovator and therefore not a traditional blues aficionado with this 1968 record, let alone 1984! It's true that he despised nostalgic hippies and thus also New Age, which in certain respects can be understood as hippie revivalism. He considered himself a free agitator and therefore teamed up with alternative figures like o'Rourke, but he's no longer THAT Fahey from the sixties; that one was amazing. The one from the nineties (for me, I repeat once again) is no longer as strikingly sharp in his mystical visionary quality as he is in this record.

Well, you keep shoving us links to naked male butts and then you wonder about the reputation?

Yes, kant... but you stop to look at the finger instead of the moon, don't believe that Clint Eastwood's intention in his films is to convey values like courage, sacrifice, and paternal protection: Clint's movies go beyond these things that sound moldy when said like that, his films are damn relevant, they are ruthless, they are polemical against today's hypocritically virtuous and politically correct society. Remember that in Million Dollar Baby he pulls the plug...

...but there’s nothing to be surprised about, this thing about millions of visits to the records of hot girls for messing around is an old story, as old as debaser's cow. It feels strange that bartleboom pointed it out, who never gets scandalized ;-)

Thank you for the interventions, but I would like to say that the "boring" Fahey is not in these grooves. For me, this is his masterpiece, even superior to the famous "America." The tension he manages to achieve in this album, where he plays with enthusiasm, I believe I have never heard again in Fahey's "recent years." Not even in the records mentioned by PVC, where it’s true that he seems to want to be an innovator using sampling, tape manipulation, and noise. But it is in the reviewed album that the true Fahey exists (at least for me), not so much in the excellent "City of Refuge" or "Womblife," which ends with a piece like "Juana," where he seems to want to recall the old days of fingerpicking, but that is no longer his world. In my opinion, in the nineties, he realized he was playing in a world he didn’t like, and he exacts revenge with titles like the one cited by PVC, "On the Death and Disembowelment of New Age," precisely to rid himself of that unbearable drivel in the style of Windham Hill Records, founded by his admirer Will Ackerman. The "magical" Fahey is gone, leaving behind the repressed Fahey, to use the title of the splendid anthology that was released in 1994, "Return of the Repressed." I apologize for the length, but these were things that needed to be said ;-)

For decades, Clint has been making the same film: the encounter between the disillusioned individual from the so-called "society of values" and the young person stepping into this false society already bearing the marks of a loser. I think of "A Perfect World" with the friendship between the fugitive bandit and the hostage child (father-son) or "Million Dollar Baby" with the old trainer and the young female boxer, both alone (father-daughter). But there’s also a more humorous film like "Gunny," featuring the tough sergeant training a platoon of cocky rookies who, deep down, know nothing about life. Clint has never been an original, but there are very few who can translate stories onto film like he does (or perhaps there are no more).

"but maybe also in that of Uri Caine or even take any Brad Mehldau"... in my opinion, here we are exaggerating knowing we are exaggerating. Nevertheless, the fact remains that when I play Jarrett's Koln Concert I can simultaneously dedicate myself to cleaning the canary cage or preparing seafood risotto. On the other hand, when I put on McCoy Tyner's "Enlightenment," I stop to listen in reverent silence.

"Many, when it comes to blues-punk, have the habit of comparing the early Gun Club's proposal to that of bands like the Birthday Party." They must be "many" ....very young, because those who experienced it live always saw the Gun Club as quite distant from the torments of Cave and instead close to bands that restore the devil's music through the experience of punk, like X and Flesheaters or the Cramps themselves, where Kid Congo Power will go play, a companion in arms of JL Pierce in the Creeping Ritual. In fact, the producer here is none other than Chris D. from the Flesheaters, and the furious and fast sound of this record is something the Gun Club will never manage to replicate, starting from the slower and more mature follow-up "Miami." In fact, JL got angry because when they entered the recording room, they were nervous and played poorly; Chris D. didn’t have them repeat the session to avoid wasting money, and this was the result, which Pierce feels is different from what he wanted, except for two tracks where you can hear them take their foot off the accelerator, like "Fire Spirit" and "Goodbye Johnny," which are dragged-out pieces in the style of the Cramps, as Pierce would have preferred, not the punk version of Robert Johnson that the rest of the album resembles. I remain puzzled by his dissatisfaction, and if they had played as he says, perhaps I wouldn't have liked this record as much. I also do not agree, if the reviewer will allow me, with the statement "...An album that catapults us into rural America, filled with ghosts, cowboys, whiskey, and women." This catapult can be felt not here but in the subsequent Miami, where instead of blues, country takes its place with songs like "John Hardy," "Texas Serenade," "Mother Heart," "Carry Home," and the altered lyric version of "Run Through the Jungle."

Here it is, it’s exactly what I meant. Sometimes I see people (like in this review) who glorify stances that, in the rock scene, honestly make me laugh, like denying sex and the high. I still remember a song by Dag Nasty, which is Baker's band after Minor Threat, that more or less talked about pouring whisky over the Minor Threat sticker to melt it...