Trust Us - Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band (1968)
Strictly Personal (Blue Thumb, 1968), recorded in place of Ry Cooder, is ruined by effects added by
the producer during the mix, that render unlistenable a great part of the work. Van Vliet ultimately disavowed the album.
From the Album: Strictly Personal (1968)
Rugged and desperate :
Beefheat's rejection notwithstanding, the album ventures beyond every previous experiment: vocal gargles, orchestral swoons, and cannibalistic rhythms are used to distort the blues, illiciting the atmosphere of an infernal happening. The musicians compose a hallucinating mosaic of sounds at the edge of premeditated cacophony, even if in fact every cut follows a well defined line without ever losing control. Often a veil of alterations and distortions, a white noise spread thick, prevents the fruition of the musical gags of Beefheart & Co.
Ominous and somewhat nonsensical, while also swearing that everything is quite all right;
I imagine this song as the hypnotic dance of the mysterious agents who appear from the
shadows-and later to kill us. Just like John Lennon and his assassin Mark Chapman.
No fucking way; I trust no one and believe nothing!
dr. π (pi)
♫
enjoy!
❤️
the producer during the mix, that render unlistenable a great part of the work. Van Vliet ultimately disavowed the album.
Click to viewFrom the Album: Strictly Personal (1968)
Rugged and desperate :
Beefheat's rejection notwithstanding, the album ventures beyond every previous experiment: vocal gargles, orchestral swoons, and cannibalistic rhythms are used to distort the blues, illiciting the atmosphere of an infernal happening. The musicians compose a hallucinating mosaic of sounds at the edge of premeditated cacophony, even if in fact every cut follows a well defined line without ever losing control. Often a veil of alterations and distortions, a white noise spread thick, prevents the fruition of the musical gags of Beefheart & Co.
Ominous and somewhat nonsensical, while also swearing that everything is quite all right;
I imagine this song as the hypnotic dance of the mysterious agents who appear from the
shadows-and later to kill us. Just like John Lennon and his assassin Mark Chapman.
No fucking way; I trust no one and believe nothing!
dr. π (pi)
♫
enjoy!
❤️