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Rating: Just like Gregor Samsa, Rob Nine also woke up one morning (but in 1995) believing he had turned into an insect. He ran to the mirror and with relief saw his usual silly face reflected back. "Damn! - he exclaimed - "this fucking grunge is destroying me!!!"
You should indeed know that Rob and his band were from Seattle and had signed a contract with Sub Pop, so do you think they could play, I don't know.... rockabilly? Not a chance, their album "Dayglo" had ended up in that melancholic flannel mix but for Rob, it didn't cause depression but rather euphoria. He blissfully dreamed of pink rooms, Pakistani jackets, green onions in a wonderful colorful garden where forbidden plants were cultivated, and he didn't use Teen Spirit as deodorant nor did he need all those "apologies"....
He looked at the albums in his collection: Hendrix, Spirit, Buffalo Springfield... his eyes sparkled. That same evening, he gathered his band: Bruce Fairwheater, former bassist of Green River and Mother Love Bone, Kevin Whitwhort who had been with the Crisis Party, and Jason Finn, former drummer of the hard rockers Skin Yard.
He distributed the vinyls from his collection to them and said: "Study these, tomorrow we change labels and I want whoever listens to our next record to get a straight ticket to the freak paradise!"
No sooner said than done: the freak tour offers you sounds that travel on the legendary psychedelic roads of the lost American dream. "Harold Pink Room" is the psychedelic peak of the album, featuring lazy vocals over guitars that melt into a final feedback. "Nehru Jacket" is a plunge into the acid matter that makes up the body of the "American ballad" from the late '60s that we love so much, never gloomy, but rather expansive and flowing like a good trip adorned with the colors of two-thousand rock laid out by Whitwhort's guitar strokes and Fairwheater's bass.
Also: "Sunny Jim", "If It'was not me", "Perfect Light", "Drowning Sun", "Red Onion", the splendid "Fuzz Factory" are muriatic ballads capable of dissolving the lime built up in that toilet of your heart.
Don't call the plumber, listen to "Straight Freak Ticket"!
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