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I begin today a new review dedicated to those who propose so many interesting things (that interest me) on these pages that it’s hard to keep up with them, namely @[Buzzin' Fly] aka @[ALFAMA]. The review aims to be methodical in following my friend through his many suggestions and is titled 'Buzzin' Sound'; the reference label is #buzz and this is the first chapter of a series that promises to be potentially endless. Thank you, Buzz, for the thousand 'gems' you give me (us) every day.

International Harvester - Sov gott Rose-Marie (1968).

The International Harvester is the reincarnation of the cult Swedish band Parson Sound (whose only release is indeed a true cult object, having been rediscovered and brought back to light only in 2001 after practically over thirty years) and under this name, they released an LP in 1968 titled 'Sov gott Rose-Marie', equally worthy of consideration as the first LP, if not more. While 'Parson Sound' somehow looked towards the experimental rock sounds of the Velvet Underground or the Rolling Stones, here the group filters these sounds through, on one hand, the folk traditions of their cultural background and, on the other, by proposing a certain avant-garde sound, an expression of total dissent against capitalist forces and thought, specifically dedicating themselves to the naturalist cause. The result is one of the best records of those years. On side A, more garage and obsessive sounds alternate ('There Is No Other Place', 'Ho Chi Mihn') with more experimental moments like the introductory 'Dies Irae', a kind of triumphant fanfare in the style of the peplum films of those years; the hypnotic and almost deafening 'Klocan Ar Mychet Nu (It's Getting Late Now)'; the psychedelic ballad with Eastern hints 'Sommarlaten (The Summer Song)'; the expansive atmospheres of the Scandinavian landscape that find their maximum expression in the evocative title track, 'Sov Gott Rose-Marie (Sleep Tight Rose-Marie)'. Side B, on the other hand, opens up to pure, wilder experimentalism. 'I Mourn You' wipes out everything the VU do in 'White Light/White Heat'; 'How To Survive' sounds like 'Tomorrow Never Knows' if it had been written by Tinariwen; the twenty-five minutes of 'Skordetider (Harvest Times)' anticipate bands like the Dead Skeletons by forty years. Charged with ideal content and at the same time wild, like the scent of the coniferous forests of the Russian and Scandinavian taiga, here is an album that shows us how the Swedes have always historically constituted a kind of avant-garde in the cultural and musical scene even in years when attention was clearly focused on the USA and the UK. Fundamental.

International Harvester - Skördetider (Harvest Times)
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