Magical Power Mako
Super Record

We are in 1975, at a point between two worlds. Ho Chi Minh resonates, but if I'm not mistaken it is 1975.

1975, I was still unaware. I was sucking milk, but who doesn't continue to suck milk and have you ever tasted breast milk? It's like eating Fugu, you decide.

After a few years I went to eat Sushi. You eat it in one bite, without thinking too much.

"Super Record" is like oriental restaurants in movies. Oriental meals circulate as you watch the "Qua Qua" dance.

Here is an ethnic research that smiles at the West. Meditative percussion and Hendrix guitars.

I don't call it psychedelia, but simple confusion. Confusion to please the listener who dreams of eating Fogu, but then reads the entire aspirin packet insert.

Pseudo-ethnic pieces seasoned with Western flavors. Perhaps Franco Battiato might appreciate it.

Believe me, this is a record that pleases by word of mouth.

Essentially, it's crap.