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Frid

Strange country, Sweden. Forests, unpronounceable names, forbidden erotic dreams in the '70s, mushrooms, and many sonic enchantments. A magical top hat with always new colorful rabbits with new magical mushrooms in their mouths that taste disgusting but are interesting if you don't have pay TV.

"Frid" is a cheerful, colorful mushroom with a spiral cap. It could also be found in Germanic lands, according to Wikipedia. Quite unique, it produces its effects just by being near it with only the action of the wind. It releases a strange substance that induces spiral visions. A spiral that starts from an undefined central point in space and expands infinitely, proportional to the freedom of senses of the person receiving the substance.

Along its multidimensional points move sounds, memories of album covers (what do you think about the cover'), music that we would never want to stop listening to, kraut rock, psychedelia, obscure Swedish '70s, less obscure German '70s, raga rock, the East, India, minimalism inadvertently the father of the most daring psychedelic adventures. Spiral to be seen with closed eyes and a free mind. To be felt on the skin, like a light shiver.

"KollektIV", in orbit. Spirited electric guitar strings weave a dialogue with a sitar, different languages but the spiral annuls languages. The spiral is a meeting. Raga dialogue, East, and West, wah-wah induce mystical torpor. Enchantment broken by Kraut vibrations, echoes of monastic voices, ritual marked by a simple heart of percussion and the voice of the Electric Goddess who lifts us from the ground, asking only for religious attention.

The spiral spins faster and faster.

"Anuktal", a bearded presence of German descent watches us from the height of his wisdom. Hypnotic psycho space folk, cosmic electronic embroidery, meditative mantra illuminates a swirling electric Middle Eastern breeze. Incense and floating flutes. Electric blue Pan launches into a fiery dance on the colorful desert dunes. Dancers with covered faces whirl sensuously on the wah-wah pedals. Dance suspended between earth and stars. A flood that also carries the faded postcards sent to us by the first freak couriers with strange stamps carefully well-licked.

A magical spiral that looks at the stars but is born and remains dirty with earth.

There's something rotten in Sweden too, let's hope it lasts a long time.