![]() ![]() Lajoie’s unhinged electric guitar swirls around Dawn Aquarius’s wah’ed organ riffs, Nicholas Barker’s kosmische-inspired drums and synth, and Corinna Marshall’s trilled-out flute and circular bass, complete with nebulous group vocals and auxiliary support from Doug and Aaron Neveu (Woods). Their third album finds the most enduring lineup of the band at its peak: songs half-composed, half-improvised, and played with freewheeling first-take intensity. Recorded direct to tape by Doug Tuttle (Mmoss) in an 18th-century New England barn, The Astral Body Electric captures the Herbcraft soundworld in its most-natural habitat by focusing on analog recording techniques (spring reverb, tape delay, hands-on flange). Three years on from the initial Herbcraft blurt, The Astral Body Electric sees the sonic seeds sown in previous wax transmissions blossom in full. Once the isolationist bedroom-psych project of Matt Lajoie, Herbcraft has in recent years sprawled out in many different full-band incarnations-duo, trio, quartet, sextet-for tours and heady super-sessions at their HQ in Maine. Here’s a little something about the band and this album: You can hear soundbites of the album via Midheaven and check out the song titled, “No Land” below. This is one, we’re really looking forward to. Come March 5th, Woodsist will be realeasing some stunning psychedelia our way. If my experience can’t convince you, the music surely will. But you can still get your hands on a nice 180g black vinyl. On April 30th, that same goodness, is being re-released by Burger Records in a deluxe LTD LP edition. I dug deeper and deeper into the King Tuff hole and was greeted by Kyle’s previous work with bands like “Witch” and “Happy Birthday.” These bands got me through some heavy yearnings for more of some of that King Tuff goodness. It was our Thundercats battle-cry that would bring our group of friends together. Friends got turned on immediately and “Was Dead”, became our own intimate soundtrack. I’d listen to it in the car (digital download), at the office, basically everywhere and anytime I had a chance to listen to any music. I played the record non-stop on a daily basis. It was the album! On glorious vinyl! Connection. No personal cover art by Kyle, but fuck it. Their version was is a neon orange cover instead. Luckily, it didn’t take me long to find the Colonel Records release of “Was Dead”. People were already selling copies of the LP on ebay for hefty bills. Burger also offered the cassette tape option but I didn’t own a tape deck! Kyle had personally drawn on the cover of each LP for a LTD release. I had felt a void since my early years of high school in Texas, until now.īy the time I found this album, it was already sold out. I was upset for all the time that had gone by without knowing of Burger or King Tuff. ![]() It was the brightest selection with a psychedelic neon green and Robert Crumb like stoned letterforms. The first album I listened to was King Tuff’s “Was Dead”. The kind that kicks-in hard and sucks you in deeper and deeper. I had just signed up for a rare musical experience. I spent days typing in “ ” on my keyboard and would stream their “Sampler” which was a compilation for some of their releases. A family with a disposition high on rock and roll values. It didn’t take long for me to realize, Burger is more like a family than a record store. I had just found a fast food restaurant for grungy, stoney, psychedelic, punk and rawk jams I’d been waiting for. ![]() I immediately went into some sort of deep, analytical rant in my head and tried to figure out the rationale of the site. Wonderful jams.įirst thing I recall was being struck by Burger’s piss yellow website. ![]() Not sure how that correlation happened, but it really wasn’t too far off from what was familiar to both. I remember getting aquatinted with them about two years ago while reading up on White Fence’s s/t release. ![]()
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