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ORANGE SUNSHINE |
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am somewhat disappointed that I did not receive the special “shaped 3-D
glasses” promised with this ultra-limited (500 copies) disc, because the
cover-shot of the Dutch psychonauts in Orange Sunshine dressed up
like Jesus and his hairy stormtroopers atop a giant tank must look like
the fuckin’ balls in three dimensions. Gimmicks aside (and there’s
a lot of gimmicks; dig the faux-liner notes about O. Sunshine’s “late
60’s” competition with that other acid-titled band, Blue Cheer),
this band is the most authentically fuzzy heavy-psyche Cream-sicles
in operation. Seriously, I’ve done the tests. The production on this one
is so muffled it literally sounds like they held a glass up to the wall
and recorded it through 6 inches of concrete, but hey, you want ‘vintage’,
right? Under the sloshing wall of mud there’s 8 lumbering tracks of bloozy
thunder, a free-flowing eargasm of distorted, throbbing, 60’s bikerdelia
that reaches it’s zenith during the cosmic spaceboogie of “Magic Ship”
and finally bottoms-out in the mind-altering acid-test “Treatin’ Me
Mutha”. The whole thing is one shimmering ball of static and fuzz and
weirdo-beardo headtrip fuck rock, really, so grab a tab and let the
Sunshine in. _______________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |