If this is what I think it is, I'm flabbergasted. The s/t (soundtrack?) part
confuses me (not so hard to do), so it might not be. But it probably is.
I had the S/A Silver album before Rohit's parents were born. I almost liked
it, in the same way a 14 year-old today would like a tongue piercing. They
used oscillators to make new noises with, but the album was so bad, Moog had to
invent the synthesizer immediately, to appease the speaker gods. I've recently
entertained the delusion that I'd had the only copy, and that the world might
yet be spared. Apparently not. They're back, and they have a website.
I don't remember most of the album, due to the psyche's marvelous ability to
suppress trauma. But one couplet from the track Velvet Cave remains indelibly
imprinted backwards on the inside of my earlids:
> Sweet meats hang from bushes
> and ripely cry for plucking
This came out in '68. The year of Beggars' Banquet, Electric Ladyland, and the
White Album. Led Zeppelin was in the studio, recording their first. There was
plenty of shallow, testosterone-poisoned, acid-headed pomposity being recorded
(along with some really great music). But it would be hard to beat this.
> I have prepared a smoke for you.
...
> Happily my interior becomes cool,
> Happily my eyes regain their power,
> Happily my head becomes cool, ...
But it may not be too late to save yourselves. Turn off your radio while you
still can.
Horrors,
Wayne
"Yes, evil comes in many forms, whether it be a man-eating cow or Joseph
Stalin, but you can't let the package hide the pudding! Evil is just plain bad!
You don't cotton to it. You gotta smack it in the nose with the rolled-up
newspaper of goodness! Bad dog! Bad dog!" The Tick