To use a modern colloquialism, ‘They must be joking!’ Surely no one, and I repeat no one, could imagine this has anything, in any way, to do with music. A weird, unpleasant conglomeration of noises, that offend both the ears and the senses. Bob James bangs the piano, if and when he thinks fit, Barre Phillips scrapes around on his bass, sounding at times exactly like someone trying to saw green wood with a blunt saw, and Mr. Pozar sets up so many bizarre noises from his percussion instruments that one is reminded of skeletons on corrugated tin roofs, and suits of armour in the laundromat.
The track timings, as printed on the record, are as queer as the sounds produced. I can only assume that the blessed silent spaces which occur every now and then have been deducted from the total score – good show, chaps.
Discography
Peasant Boy; Untitled Mixes; Explosions (20 min) – An On; Wolfman (17 min)
Bob James (p): Barre Phillips (bs): Robert Pozer (perc). NYC, May 1965.
(ESP 1009 12inLP 45s. 3d.)
