Do you feel a certain pressure at night
Like something big pushing down on you
What do you think that it could be
Is it just this old wandering Jew
Oh I whisper in your ear
All the words you long to hear
Definitely a strange one. Michael Lloyd put together this Hendrix tribute, adding lush strings and horns. Tough to categorize, which makes it that much more fun to listen to. More of the Rubber Band can be found here.
The world it is a frightening place
Gettin' scarier by the second
Hate is blown' up all around
More than anyone could have reckoned
Who can understand it, yeah
Don't wanna participate
Rather live in my tiny bubble of love
Than to live in a world of hate
Extremely rare exploito soundtrack that I've gone to some trouble to acquire. BTW, I've been getting scads of re-up requests lately. Unless you plan to contribute either monetarily or with fulfilling one of the albums from my wish list below, I won't be doing any further re-ups.
Ol' Mondo is zeroing in on the 500,000-visitor mark, and with so many folks coming here, certainly at least one of you has one of these. I've shared a ton of music with you, filled requests, and re-upped records; now's your chance to return the favor. If you've got one of these bad boys (or anything else along these lines you'd like to share), please put a link in the comments.
From Allmusic: The Electric Junkyard shows up occasionally in Moog sections but is not an electronic album. Instead, electrified horns and recording techniques ("nine months alone were spent experimenting") are supposed to justify the name and concept. But the result is an album of fun but standard blues-based dirges, items a Lalo Schifrin or Les Baxter might have written for the jukebox scene in a biker movie. There are interesting touches, such as female laughter; arranger Frank Hunter had arranged abstract female vocals in an exotica album a decade earlier (as had Les Baxter). Fans of progressive 1960s rock looking for new kicks could do much worse, but it would be no surprise to learn that the Electric Junkyard sold in the dozens.
You might get the impression from the cover art and song titles that this is some sort of lost pysch record. But you'd be wrong. This being Design Records, what you get is something that sounds like a lounge act performing, with varying degrees of ineptitude, a few hits of the day along with what I'm guessing are originals (penned by who? Who knows.). Another stone classic.
Although what passes for singing on this is not as wretched as, say, Rodney Allen Rippy's own Bell disk, Danny's no David Cassidy. I guess all you needed to get a record deal back then was a popular TV series, and MGM Records likely figured some young fan would be suckered into buying this. Featuring such sessioners as Ben Benay, this might qualify as a guilty pleasure. But I dare you to get through it more than once.