“Beware of schwingungen!” that should be the large sticker on the front of all copies of this record.
For it is dangerous to be casually introduced to something that is life-changing, as i found out to my cost when first listening to this record. it all starts fairly simply and without any cause for alarm - “look at your sun” begins with a doorsy lone groover guitar begins a pedestrian blues, beautiful. Then the most crushed voice, a cross between johnny rotten and tiny tim, preaches its way into the proceeds. god, it is beautiful - john l. repeats over and over, “we are all one, we are all one”, until a howling fuzztone solo guitar blows the whole onechord “signed d.c.” ringing-cymbals torture to an end. and then the most far out track of all begins. This is called “flower must die” and it is a free-rock giant that transcends everything else in its field (there are no contenders.) as i've written before, pil sounds like this. john l. was john lydon in a previous incarnation. after a slow weird build, a frantic streamlined one-chord mantra kicks in and it’s like the stooges’ funhouse period but in a righteous vision zone that fucks them right off. Phasing tears at the whole tracks as this holy racket crosses into hyper-space and everything gets all hyphenated just-for-the-sake-of-it. “flowers must die”, man, it’s fucked up.