"Mr Dave", is not to be confused with "Dave Sez" of course, he is a new contributor as best as I know.....here he has submitted a perfectly unique selection here, and I will let you read his email description before you select it or not: Take it aaway Mr Dave:-----------------
Philosophic Collage EP (American Aesthetic Industries, Ltd. 1981): Of course you've never heard of this band or label. I'm probably the only naive pathetic idiot who bought this record. Totally pretentious Bass, Drum, Moog, Harmonica retardo art-rock trio from Missouri. You won't know whether to laugh or cry the first time you listen to this but if your not dancing like an epileptic chicken by the 5th consecutive run through, may Satan take a personal interest in torturing your worthless soul. The fact that I'm sharing this with you proves the deep love and respect I have for you.
Full story and description:
Buying this EP was a mistake. It's 1981 and I'm a totally wet-behind-the-ears SoCal punk making a road trip to Zed Records in Long Beach. So here I am wandering aimlessly around after picking up the requisite Crass, DK, Descendents what-have-you punk stuff and I come across this EP in the singles rack. The "paisley underground," as it later came to be known, was just burgeoning with the release of Dream Syndicate's first EP and a smattering of psych-pop singles by the Salvation Army, Rain Parade, Chesterfield Kings, etc. Well, already hooked on this stuff and hoping to add to the handful of releases I had already played into the ground, I spot this black-and-white polka-dotted EP by a band called the "PSYCHEDELIC" Collage. After picking it up, flipping it over a half-dozen times and deliberating for a good 10 minutes I finally make the fateful decision to plop down another $2.50 from my meager paper-route earnings. WRONG CHOICE!
What the fuck is this shit? Not the nice 60s garage-inspired pop I was hoping for. Probably the worst thing I ever bought, though it was worth a chuckle or two. Maybe the cover photo should have been a tip-off. You've got
the tough dude in his skin-tight almost but not-quite sleeveless striped muscle-tee giving you the evil eye; the nerdy guy in the middle with big round glasses and look of total disgust; and mr. greasy hippy ponytail guy in a silk polka-dotted shirt. What was I thinking?! See the cover for yourself at http://www.collectorscum.com/volume3/midwest/ (the only reference to the band I could find anywhere on the web at the time I originally ripped this in 2002). It was probably another 10 years (and a lot more drugs) before I fully appreciated the "genius" of the Philosophic Collage.
"Misunderstood Genius" is definitely the catch phrase here. Apparently, they were used to being taunted and ridiculed (I guess drum, bass, moog, harmonica retardo art-rock trios were not the big thing in Missouri at the time). Almost every song in fact is aggressively self-defensive of their self-proclaimed misunderstood genius. On the first track, appropriately titled "Genius", the singer half-snarls, half-whines that he "can't help it if you haven't transcended your dense narrow nonsense yet." Two songs later he's half-snarling half-whining "You'll never thaw out from your cultural ice age. Portion and package the genius for the benefit of the hopeless." On the next song he's half-snarling half-whining "You can't be great all the time ... You can't please all the critics." Somehow I doubt they pleased ANY critics.
The beyond pretentious lyrics and the way that the singer sings them with a nasally whine that constantly oscillates up and down is certainly one of the attractions here. Vaguely like the whining singer of fellow midwestern weirdoes the Electric Eels but he doesn't take it all the way there which makes it that much more pathetic.
The other major attraction here of course is the spasmodic art-damaged music. Take short herky-jerky repetitive bass lines in odd time signatures, add syncopated, punk-jazz drumming with lots of fills (really good drumming actually), and then top it off with fucking whacked out-of-key harmonica from planet moron and 2 tracks of out-of-control moogs bleeping, blipping, blurping and squealing at you from both sides while the singer sarcastically mocks you with the most ridiculous lyrics ever written in his whining nasally voice oscillating up and down and up and down and ... well, you begin to get the picture. Pure genius. It's a good thing they only recorded 4 songs -- I don't think I could handle any more.Hope you enjoy this -- Happy (belated) birthday and thanks for all your great shares!MrDaveLINK:http://www62.zippyshare.com/v/E3K9Roj2/file.htmlThanks for the submission!