Various Artists
A Deadly Dose of Wyld Psych
Arf! Arf!

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By “wyld psych,” the folks at Boston-based Arf! Arf! mean that this compilation of late ‘60s garage rock contains no sitars, no references to either incense or peppermints, and absolutely no brotherhood-of-man, shine-on-your-brother, love-the-one-you’re-with vibes. This is straight-up two-chord punk steeped in STP, black denim, axel grease and the scalp of a Berkeley-area hippie scraped from the sole of a hobnailed boot. It’s music for mother lovers and father fuckers, for the weirdies, the beardies and the whatsies, and it’s most definitely what’s ringing in your ears when you rip out your eyeballs or toss yourself from a rooftop after swallowing the Yellow Sunshine you bought from that naked freak at the Blue Cheer/Iron Butterfly show. In short, it’s 26 tracks of pure Bad Vibrations.

If you’re a hardcore psych collector, Wyld Psych is gonna send you into ecstasies, as it’s built on nothing but pure electric mayhem by ultra-obscure garage outfits from all across this great nation of ours. But even if you have only a passing interest in the Church of Fuzz, you’ll still dig this comp, because aside from the Johnny Thompson Quintet’s intentionally bizarre “Color Me Columbuth,” for which has the singer affects a thick lisp (I guess that knocked ‘em dead in Monterey Park, CA circa ’66), there isn’t a stinker in the bunch. Mass Temper, from Bailey, North Carolina, do a dead-on Zeppelin for 1968’ “Gravedigger,” while Warren, Ohio’s The Blues, Inc. drag Love’s “7 and 7 Is” through ten miles of mud with their sludgy, acid-hazy take. West Virginia’s Blue Creed predict Lee Ving’s broken-glass snarl on “Need A Friend,” while Peacepipe (from somewhere in Southern California) launch a full-fledged psychotic breakdown with “The Sun Won’t Shine Forever,” which peaks with the singer shrieking, “People, the sun’s turning blue!” Holy Kee-rist…

Fuzztone licks for miles? Check. Lyrics chock full of hippie hate and bummer kicks? Check. Forgotten singles unearthed for the first time since their original pressings? You bet (check out “Travel Agent Man” by Jersey’s Travel Agent Man). Should-have-been hits? For sure (Finch’s “Nothing In The Sun,” which anticipates alternative rock by at least 30 years, and the subtle and sexy “Mid-Winter’s Afternoon” by Philly’s Liberation News Service). Soundtrack cuts? How about the doom cult mantra “Angel, Angel, Down We Go,” from the 1969 youth culture downer of the same name? In short, everything you’ll need to freak yourself out at your next happening. And if this doesn’t scrub your Third Eye clean, Arf! Arf! has three more Doses for your listening pleasure, each one more deadly than the last. ________________________________________________________

–Paul Gaita