13th Floor Elevators - Pictures (Leave Your Body Behind)

She Lives (In A Time Of Her Own)

13th Floor Elevators - Slip Inside This House

“…the music of the Elevators is breathless, claustrophobic, and oppressive. As if the doors of that elevator never actually opened. suffocating like a cotton ball soaked in paraffin stuck down the palate. Nobody smiles in the corridors of the thirteenth floor, but it is in the belly of this skyscraper in Austin that the elevator runs, bringing up the most insane and delirious psychedelic music of the sixties.”

Oh I, Rev, I find it amusing too, it’s more compelling than oppressive… these are personal sensations, savansadir.

More than the word (the album comes out simultaneously with Psychedelic Lollipop for instance), in my opinion, it’s really about the sound… what it should be saying is psychedelic. A word abused like few others. I don’t know how to define it, let alone… for me it’s not a genre but an aura that assimilates with other sounds, giving particular “effects” both to the sound and to the listener.

You can’t let go of Roki without also paying tribute to the subsequent one. Hello sick, martian, unfit…

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