Oneida : Anthem Of The Moon
Howling Mad, but quite fabulous psychedelicists.
think that psychedelia is all about ripping off the really flowery bits from
The Beatles' back catalogue. They're wrong, of course. So thank goodness there
are bands around like Oneida to understand the real spirit of the art.
For the recording of 'Anthem Of The Moon', these four hairy New York
retro-rockers camped out in some Colonial-era ruins deep in the woods of New
England, set up some recording equipment, and by the sounds of it, took
enough drugs to tear their brains apart at the seams. Around the constant
rasp of a garage-punk organ, the four members of Oneida coax monstrous yelps
of feedback from their guitars, sneer mystical-sounding gobbledegook into
battered microphones, and generally revel in the vile beauty of Bacchanalian
sludge-rock at its finest.
The day any of this record makes it onto the New York catwalks is the day that The Strokes decide that shellsuits are so a good look. But from the
very essence of unfashion come some quite startling excursions into rock's
dark history. What 13th Floor Elevators and MC5 started, Oneida are
going to finish. And let's face it, no-one's going to be brave enough to
venture into the forests to stop them.
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