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DEAD MAN
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Oh, the CD? It’s loose and jammy, sun-dappled and smooth. You can file it under stoner rock if you wanna, but it’s really just stoned. And while it’s all a little too laid-back for my tastes, it’s still way, way better than early Fleetwood fucking Mac. ________________________________________________________ |
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We’ve
had this radio show on one of the college stations in Boston for years – I
forget the name, but let’s call it The Burned-Out, Aging Record
Collector Nerds Show. Everyday for four hours, they play nothin’
but obscure psychedelic music from the late 60’s and early 70’s. Not
Nuggets-style psyche-garage stompidelica, mind you, but weirdo hippy shit
with flutes. Occasionally, this show pays off simply because you get to
hear bands you otherwise never would. Like, what does that one record with
the Uncle Sam guy skipping down a meadow (It’s a Beautiful Day)
sound like? You’ve seen it a million times at the record store, right?
What about Guns and Butter? If? Spooky Tooth? Black
Sabbath when they were still called Earth? Early Fleetwood Mac?
Well, the answer to all of those is that they sound like awful hippy
garbage. But I have still listened to that dumb show dozens of times,
because I keep expecting to discover some lost psychedelic relic from 1969
that actually rocked. It hasn’t happened yet, but luckily there is
Dead Man, a group of bellbottom sporting longhairs from Sweden who
sound exactly like that elusive ’69 gem in my head. You can just picture
these dudes, posing in a yellowed copy of Oz magazine in their barefeet,
surrounded by pregnant topless chicks. I seriously hope these guys live
on a farm.