There is nothing forced about it, nothing contrived. Every piece of the interlocking whole is simple both in structure and production, the #drums hard left, the #guitar hard right, #bass just right of centre. Don Van Vliet’s voice rising and falling, moving around the stereo field, echoing the ever present banshee wail of the #Theremin, itself the perfect #sonic representation of #primal, #raw electricity. From that very first Theremin note it is clear that this must not only be heard but must be heard #loud. In fact it demands to be so loud that it permeates every fibre of your being. Disassembles you, becomes you (“Singin’ through you to me”), lifts you up and carries you off. Nothing more could be added, nothing could be taken away, all of the elements come together in absolute harmony to create something which is just so right it defies logical and rational examination or attempts to explain why.   1

j_rk 25 Apr 2014

Actually, this is a better one. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelectiiiiiicityyyyyyyyyyyyy. Primal.   1

charliem 16 May 2012