My second office was located in Queens, truly an abysmal place. If the Earth is located in a dusty corner of the Galaxy, then Queens is the Universe known as New York's sub basement...but I bitterly digress...I was doing my internship at the time, mental and physical afflictions. Long days were spent reassuring the patents that the place they found themselves in was not a clever studio set, and after that getting the patients settled in for a (hopefully) full evening sleep , I would need to unwind. It was not the screaming, or even the frequent urination, but the dread of watching someone, resort back to being an infant...and not all babies are cute.
To soothe my mind, I had put on this little CD. And as it wafted from my speakers, out the office window, into the night air, on to the court yard below. It is from there, my friend Prof. Sulkow called up to me, asking if I wanted to have a few drinks. How could I say no.
As he bounded the stairs to my tiny cramped office / living space (this was located above the asylum) Reverse Of Universe.1 was playing (track one) with its metallic rattling and electronic bed of Dream Music. The good Professor exclaimed, "What is this? I can't tell is it's old or new". How right he is. That is the beauty of the Acid Mothers Temple, while they carefully study the past and all it's trappings, extended song forms, cosmic echoing synths, feedback, etc. at no point does it come across like dress up. They are not wearing Daddy's shoes, they like style and have bought their own pair.
Ever the pranksters The Temple call this a original motion picture sound track to Ivan Piskov's: Wild Gals A Go-Go. I've never come across the movie or the director for that mater, and can only wonder how sex scenes would go to the sonic onslaught of Mammary Intercourse. Are the grinding synth figures made to match breast groping? What about the jack rabbit drumming, surely you would break the most supple of snatches trying to keep up.
Yet elsewhere there are bliss out moments of cosmic beauty. A soft female voice talks about something, in some language. Drones of two textures combine to form a third sound, vocalist Cotton Cassino sings her Mothora tones.
This release was the first in a continuing long line of limited editions. The good folk at Swordfish have seen fit to reissue it. There are no extra tracks, but how often do you orgasm for a 7th time?
Please click on the review title for sample track: Space Bambino ~ Interstellar Over Dope
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