Rain Parade
Emergency Third Rail Power Trip

THE REVIEW

Those were the years of the splendid losers, of the revival of fuzz, of adolescent pain covered in layers of distortion. But there, in Los Angeles, the magical Sixties were still longed for. David Roback and Matt Piucci, tired of contemplating Syd Barrett posters, started a musical project aimed at capturing the melodic and harmonic urgency deeply rooted in psychedelia, as the acid years taught us. 

They were The Rain Parade and within a few years, they would become one of the cornerstones of the movement that took the name Paisley Underground. Airy guitars, enchanting vocal lines, and heaps of retro melody. And "Emergency Third Rail Power Trip" is no exception. The lesson begins with masters like the aforementioned Syd Barrett, moves through the choral elegies of the Beach Boys, and reaches more lysergic territories.

You find yourself trapped in the Pop whirlwind of tracks like "This Can Be Today" - the Wilson brothers on acid -, nodding your head to the crooked melodies of "Look At Merri", and being carried away by the English psychedelia of "Kaleidoscope". A collection of potentially perfect tracks. Crystal clear, even, in their progression. They don’t fling doors open; they knock and enter with elegance. Taste and sophistication, soft then loud (but not too much). The before and the after of the American musical underground.

Forty rejuvenating minutes, to be listened to with an open heart. It will be easier for them to penetrate your being. And afterwards, you won’t let them go. Losing them amid the chaos that was the Eighties would be a crime.