Wednesday, February 02, 2005
I wanna feel your sexual rage
Simply Saucer "Instant Pleasure"
Simply Saucer "Nazi Apocalypse"
I was watching Jeopardy last night, the last quarter-final episode of the Teen Tournament. There was this really cute Illinois girl on there talking about how she wanted to be an archaeologist or historian when she grew up, so she could fight with Nazis for the Holy Grail, like Indiana Jones. You know them Illinois girls, always confusing Denholm Elliott movies for reality. But it would be pretty great to fly around the world, digging up cool old shit, like Akkadian bottle-openers, or Scythian spatulas made of human brains, and then giving them to the Queen, who’d throw them in some big room somewhere that pock-marked British school-kids would be forced to visit once a year.
Maybe if the Jeopardy girl grows up to be an archaeologist of “rawk” she could uncover more stuff like Simply Saucer. Some ‘70’s dudes from Canada, the Saucer owes as much to proto-punks like the Velvet Underground and the Stooges as they do to long-haired heavy riffin’ rockers like Deep Purple and Captain Beyond. Throw in some Syd Barrett psych and krautrock groove and you’ve got yourself a keeper.
The band kicked around Hamilton for a while in the mid-‘70’s, recording a bunch of stuff in 1974, but only releasing a single during their lifetime. An astute historian of the underground music of Canada rescued the magic from oblivion, and released it to the public under the name Cyborgs Revisited in the late ‘80’s. Odd Canuck pan-indie behemoth Sonic Unyon re-released it on compact disc in 2003, to some acclaim, and that’s how I came to dig it.
Ms. Indiana didn’t seem like the type to spend her days tracking down the Simply Saucers of the world, but I’m sure that could be a fertile area to focus on. Every few months some previously unheard of, early ‘70’s punk precursor gets rediscovered and reissued, and almost every time legions of obsessive music nerds go nuts and snap that shit up with the greatest alacrity. It may not be as exciting as screwing indigenous populations out of their religious and cultural heirlooms, but it probably beats dealing with people like Michael Adams.
You can buy a copy of Cyborgs Revisited from Insound.
Simply Saucer "Instant Pleasure"
Simply Saucer "Nazi Apocalypse"
I was watching Jeopardy last night, the last quarter-final episode of the Teen Tournament. There was this really cute Illinois girl on there talking about how she wanted to be an archaeologist or historian when she grew up, so she could fight with Nazis for the Holy Grail, like Indiana Jones. You know them Illinois girls, always confusing Denholm Elliott movies for reality. But it would be pretty great to fly around the world, digging up cool old shit, like Akkadian bottle-openers, or Scythian spatulas made of human brains, and then giving them to the Queen, who’d throw them in some big room somewhere that pock-marked British school-kids would be forced to visit once a year.
Maybe if the Jeopardy girl grows up to be an archaeologist of “rawk” she could uncover more stuff like Simply Saucer. Some ‘70’s dudes from Canada, the Saucer owes as much to proto-punks like the Velvet Underground and the Stooges as they do to long-haired heavy riffin’ rockers like Deep Purple and Captain Beyond. Throw in some Syd Barrett psych and krautrock groove and you’ve got yourself a keeper.
The band kicked around Hamilton for a while in the mid-‘70’s, recording a bunch of stuff in 1974, but only releasing a single during their lifetime. An astute historian of the underground music of Canada rescued the magic from oblivion, and released it to the public under the name Cyborgs Revisited in the late ‘80’s. Odd Canuck pan-indie behemoth Sonic Unyon re-released it on compact disc in 2003, to some acclaim, and that’s how I came to dig it.
Ms. Indiana didn’t seem like the type to spend her days tracking down the Simply Saucers of the world, but I’m sure that could be a fertile area to focus on. Every few months some previously unheard of, early ‘70’s punk precursor gets rediscovered and reissued, and almost every time legions of obsessive music nerds go nuts and snap that shit up with the greatest alacrity. It may not be as exciting as screwing indigenous populations out of their religious and cultural heirlooms, but it probably beats dealing with people like Michael Adams.
You can buy a copy of Cyborgs Revisited from Insound.
