It is now 100 days until Christmas. Ludicrously, I am commencing my countdown of records of the year to celebrate this fact. It's not a difficult task. I have come across many more than 100 albums that I care for. There are doubtless a few more yet to be released that I will need to shoehorn in before the countdown is complete. I think it's been another great year for music but then again it probably always is if you dig deep enough. So, off we go.
In the absence of a Brian Jonestown Massacre album this year, you could do worse than give Something's Gotta Give! the debut album from Toronto Psych Rockers, The John Denver Airport Conspiracy a listen.
It's very much a join the dots exercise on what the Massacre do, but on less damaging drugs. Even their name sounds like it must be some kind of tribute.
Completely in thrall to the Psychedelic experience of 1965 to 1968, all chugging riffs and grooves, Something's Gotta Give! ransacks The Stones, Traffic, Buffalo Springfield, Electric Prunes, Cryan' Shames and the other usual suspects to winning effect.
Nothing on show here comes from beyond this particular window in time. In a world where the present makes little coherent sense, there are worse things to do than take refuge in the past. It sounds like everybody concerned is having a wonderful time. It's a happening. Far Out!
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