Raw psychedelic soul 1969-1973

Osmium, Funkadelic, Free You Mind And Your Ass Will Follow, Maggot Brain, America Eats Its Young, Cosmic Slop…I love the early Parliament-Funkadelic before they became P-Funk legends. The music is completely “out there”. Totally original. Raw psychedelic soul mixed with proto-heavy metal and funk. Nasty guitar licks from Eddie Hazel (check out the solo on Maggot Brain – he’s up there with Hendrix) and mad singing chanting from George Clinton.

One of the great things about youtube is that it’s possible to watch wonderful clips like the two I post here. One clip is from a TV-show in 1969 and the other one is a clip from 1973 where the whole P-Funk gang run around in NYC and mime to “Cosmic Slop”.

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The Devil’s Orchard

Opeth – a progressive death metal band from Stockholm, Sweden. One of my favorite bands from my home country.  “The Devil’s Orchard” is a song on their latest album called Heritage. I think the album is brilliant. It’s complex, diverse and mysterious music with elements of metal, jazz and folk. There are many Opeth fans out there that prefers when the band focus on death metal material, but I like when they add that 70s prog vibe to their music. The music on Heritage sometimes makes me think of a chilly autumn day in Uppland. There’s colors there but it’s also dark and mysterious.

There are many great black metal and death metal bands from Scandinavia. Maybe it’s something in the Scandinavian soul soil? Opeth started with death metal but has now developed into a different kind of band – more open minded. In a recent interview frontman Mikael Åkerfeldt has hinted that next album will have a heavier sound with “more sinister-sounding riffs”.

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Melbourne, here I come!

Tomorrow I will fly to Melbourne. It will be the first time I will visit Australia and I’m excited. The land down under. Ok Melbourne, let’s get it on.

I heard that the weather isn’t that good in Melbourne at the moment but that’s ok since weather here in Jakarta sucks at the moment. Rainy season has started.

I will stay in Brunswick which apparently is an area with a lot of hipsters. I can live with that as  long as I can find some decent bars with some soul and some beers.

On saturday morning (Australian time) Sweden will play Portugal in a playoff for the World Cup in football in Brasil next year. Important game! Zlatan vs Ronaldo. How I will be able to watch that clash of titans is still a mystery though?

Cheers!

 

Ndaga (mbalax)

Sabar drumming, talking drum, bass, guitar and maybe a synth thrown in. It’s called ndaga in Gambia and mbalax in Senegal. Powerful music that speaks to my heart, soul and body. I love walking around in my family’s neighbourhood in Serre Kunda, Gambia, and hearing and feeling the sabar rhythms blasting out from loud speakers. Sometimes blending with the call for prayer from a minaret. Then I feel at home.

Jeri-Jeri is a collaboration between musicians from Senegal and Gambia and Berlin based producer Mark Ernestus. This year they released 800 % Ndagga and the instrumental Ndagga Versions. Two great albums of dense poly-rhythms.

Holy Ghost

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“Trane was the father, Pharaoh was the son, I am the holy ghost.” – Albert Ayler.

Free jazz saxophonist Albert Ayler used to live in Sweden. Stockholm to be more precise. While in Sweden he met fellow American avantgarde pianist Cecil Taylor and performed with him. Some say he developed his music while in Stockholm. It’s difficult to describe the music Albert Ayler performed during the 1960s. Sometimes it sounds like a New Orleans funeral march that has got lost, other times it sounds like a West African high life mini orchestra in a fist fight with a hard bob band. His music is naked and raw, sometimes very intense and agressive. It’s blues. It’s free jazz. It’s Albert Ayler.

We will never know how his music would have evolved and sounded during the 1970s. Albert Ayler disappeared in early november 1970 and was found dead in New York City’s East River a couple of weeks later. Sad. Very sad.

“Our Prayer” is a beautiful piece written by his brother Don Ayler (on trumpet). Albert Ayler plays the saxophone.