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by SecondEdition_Archive
God Bless The Red Krayola And All Who Sail With It is a true disaster.
10 proofs:
1 - There are times when it sounds like Mayo Thompson is intentionally sabotaging his own songs ("Sheriff Jack," "The Shirt").
2 - The band has about as many chops between them as a half-eaten lamb dinner, and most of them belong to drummer Tommy Smith.
3 - Thompson's voice is definitely an acquired taste. Remaining in tune is not his specialty.
4 - There are snippets of songs that make absolutely no sense and are intended to do nothing but confuse the listener ("Big," "Night Song," the four-second "Listen To This").
5 - There are lyrics that prove that some of Syd Barrett's solo stuff is absolutely coherent and poetic in comparison ("Ravi Shankar: Parachutist," "Tina's Gone To Have A Baby," "Coconut Hotel").
6 - There are intentional snippets of atonality and free improvisation that just don't do anything at all and were clearly included just to up the artsy quotient ("Free Piece," "Piece For Piano and Electric Bass Guitar").
7 - On several songs, female voices, sometimes in a chorus and sometimes solo, pop up at the most unexpected times for no reason at all.
8 - There seem to be only about seven songs that are fully developed, actual songs. There are twenty songs on the album.
9 - For a band that's ostensibly a rock band, they only rock out about three or four times on the entire album. This is one of the quietest albums I've ever heard.
10 - The entire album reeks of self-indulgent, incredibly artsy and pretentious acid-damaged surrealism taken way too far.
It's one of the most unique albums I can think of - it is absolutely bizarre and original. Though all the criticisms I leveled at it are completely true, the fact remains that they made this album in 1968. Who the hell had the balls to do this in 1968? They had to have known they were going to sell about five copies in the next ten years. Many of the fragments are very melodic ("Music," entirely given to the female chorus) and some of the songs are great ("Say Hello To Jamie Jones," "Dairymaid's Lament," the memorably strange, creepy and loving "Victory Garden," apparently written as a love note to Hitler from Eva Braun). Plus, this album has one of the best intentionally atonal, sloppy, and insane rants ever: "The Jewels of the Madonna," which sounds like a bunch of braindead Catholic schoolboys trying to play "Psychotic Reaction" and failing.
What a weird album. Totally not crap.
Life...life...I know it's got its ups and downs.
Groucho Marx wrote:Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it, misdiagnosing it and then misapplying the wrong remedies.