Gothic Hut
Big Holes!

I already had their previous work from 1988 titled "Show Me Yer Belly," which was already lavish in its musical disguise. Of course, if Rick Potts is involved, boredom is not an option... The fact is that in 1989, I heard from California that their new work had been released, so I immediately went to inquire at Musical Dysfunctions about when we could fill this "big gap." An abrupt chill fell: "For the moment nada de nada, it's not available, we'll see later." And so you know what I do? I personally contact the combo, since the CD was practically self-produced.

I had several addresses of groups of the Californian trance scene, including this one, grabbed pen and ink, and "I would to buy your new CD..." I wrote on a postcard, stamped and mailed it, destination The Golden State. Forget about emails and other technological nonsense. A few weeks passed, and I received a positive response letter; I sent cash inside the letter, waited a month and nothing, I sent another letter to find out what had happened to my previous missive.

A few weeks later, a package arrived with two copies of the CD and a black T-shirt printed with the album cover and a note saying that they hadn't received anything but had shipped the CD plus another copy for reassurance based on trust. Two days later, I sent the dollars once again, and this time they arrived, and the T-shirt I wore for years until it wore out, and the album I still listen to often.

And even in this, they continue cynically in an intelligent massacre where everyone is invited but where one could fall into a masterful tease given the playful eclecticism at play. How can you not adore the pieces that, caressing you, follow one another with a sonorous lullaby that stimulates states of bliss with concrete involvement in psychorock lands.

The transcendental western vibe helps materialize pioneering mirages in a shabby frontier avant-garde melange. And God knows how dangerous the indolent wit of people jesting rock experiments just to pass the time is.

An evident superiority that does not want to trigger any kind of confrontation. A pleasure to listen to that could be grasped by unemployed bodhisattvas about to depart from earthly "amusements." As sharp as the arches of their cathedral-huts, they encourage a healthy indigence. Elite vagrancy.