I'm listening to an album from 2002 called These Were The Earlies by The Earlies. It came out in 2004. It's already clasped me close to its chest and I've taken off my headphones, gone off and made myself a cup of tea. Returned to my desk. Put my headphones back on. Now I'm going to listen to the rest of it. I've found another one.
It's immediately obvious that the record has a strong sense of self mythology. This is a strong essential component of the DIY independent mythology which has always been a component of Rock & Roll alternative culture. A SUB culture. A hidden universe.
This is a band from Texas. But I felt sure they must feature membes of The Flaming Lips or Mercury Rev because the DNA of the record seemed so immediately familiar. Like my own skin. .The instant familiarity of records becomes one of its essential attractions with time.
This is a cute record. Coy. But with boundless and vaulting admirable ambition. Like many great records an incantation. An invitation back to childhood. The low door in the wall.
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