RARE LIMITED MINT PHASE II GRAND THEFT It"S EATING ME ALIVE PSYCH GARAGE
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$ 41
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Jan 18, 2015
Sold Date
Jan 15, 2015
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$ 10
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USA
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LONG LONG GONE ISSUE! 1970 HEAVY HEAVY PSYCH
GRAND THEFT
IT's EATING ME ALIVE!!!!
\ USA - PHASE II RECORDS
TOPPERMOST OF THE POPPERMOST
This was a VERY limited (long long gone) SECOND PRESSING from back in the mid 1980's and issued in a THICK cardboard art sleeve (the original was only in plain white demo sleeve) ... the sound quality with THIS issue is on the same level as the orig demo (don't know how someone did that, but we compared and this 2nd-press has ass kicking loud, dynamic frantic sonics...
Well, you see ol' GRAND THEFT were into Led Zeppelin, Grand Funk and Black Sabbath, so these are the obvious targets/inspirations featured by this "heavy rocker" crew who roamed around the upper North West USA in the early '70s... GRAND THEFT whip out a lethal dose of pretty good hard [crude fuzzed] power trio jamming from the Americanised sub-Cream school of deep penetration...
Here’s where the legend begins, and shoot, what a beginning, with the title of the first track – ‘Scream (It’s Eating Me Alive)’ [4:38] – being literally screamed through the speakers with violent demented force. Actually, it's execution the cream comes after, so it’s really “It’s eating me alive.... AAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!”, which leads straight into a savage riff with grinding demon guitar, fuzz-chording bass, drums splashing all over and raw yelping vocals. Much of the song gives way to a ferocious acid jam that’s making one think of ‘Let Me In’-era Poobah mixed with New Gods, buzzsawing chunks out of your speaker cabinets until the end of the track.‘Closer To Herfy’s’ [10:11] is the epic tale of a late night journey to the nearest burger bar, musically a building slow-burn of melancholy downer rock pastiching Grand Funk’s ‘Closer To Home’ and it’s ilk. The lyrics are a hilarious mix of straight-faced satire, bearing all the seriousness of a sad, life-and-death quest, with ridiculous over-the-top peaks.
“Drivin’ in my car
I didn’t drive far
I looked all around
There must be one
In this here town
Went drivin’ by the lake
Lookin’ for a milk shake
[? can’t decipher this line]
I think I can fly
Straight to where they serve the French fries!!!” After some minutes of building it up, the bass getting beefier and more exploratory, the whole thing feeling like nothing less than the bong-smoke wretched soundtrack to early 70’s American youth, the singer declares
“I want to share my boogers and my fries with you!!!”
before it swings into uber-heavyland, subsiding perfectly into a mellow harmony sequence that’s a direct piss-take of ‘Closer To Home’, except substituting the altered title (sounding at times suspiciously like “we’re getting closer to herpes”!), then back into a total blitzkrieg of manic heavy jamming of the kind that could have inspired JPT Scare Band, bringing the song to a gloriously over-the-top finish.
‘Log Rhythms/Meat Midgets’ [7:27] follows, beginning as a simple dumbo blues-grunge bass riff repeating over solid drums as guitar grinds lowdown chords and solos at will, occasional vocals yelping the virtues of ‘log rhythms’ as they boogie their way into the stratosphere and under the crusts of the earth. You could say this time they’re having a chuckle at the then-common urge to jam to death on big dumb ‘tribal rock’ riffs, but they’re obviously getting into it, we are too, and it just keeps swinging wilder and wilder, the bass taking off into a juggernaut of a fuzzed solo before a brief return to some frenzied vocals and it all whips up to a howling crescendo of fuzz, feedback and reverb.
‘Depression City RFD/Ohms’ [8:13] starts out as a blues boogie talkin’-to-the-audience thing like you might expect from Canned Heat, explaining the blues in terms that any spoilt western youth can relate to...
“Everybody has the blues at one time or another in their life....
Now, you take that little 15 year old girl cryin’ there in the powder room...
Well, her grass connection’s gone to Whitecamp for the summer.
Now, she’s got the blues!
Now, you dig that young stud, throwing a temper tantrum at the movie...
Now, he’s got a case of beer in the trunk, but the lid’s stuck shut...
Now that cat’s got the blues...”
At one point the singer tells the musicians to “talk to me!”, as you do, but they all stop playing and ask him, confused, what he wants to talk about. “That’s not what I meant! I mean, ‘talk to me’!” he replies, and with a dumb “Oooh, right...” the guitarist proceeds to whip out a ridiculously over-the-top half-inept half-brilliant solo before the band lock into a chugging freight train groove and burn it all to ashes by the 4-minute mark. From here comes the ‘Ohms’ section, the mood changing drastically to navel-gazing cosmicness, man, as group chanting oooooms along mystically and [ir]reverently, meditative bass chords strumming alongside other random messing about, reverb soaking everything in a haze of psychedelic portent. In the background, someone says “we’ve got three minutes left, we can do another hit!” as it all unfolds shambolically and hilariously, the vocalist spouting pearly gems like “Chant it baby, like I really want to get to know your mind... bend over” before taking a demented turn, squealing and laughing manically as ruthlessly savage guitar chords slash forth in doomy slowness as the track peters to a quiet close, with the muffled scream of “I don’t wanna hear any more!!!!”, the singer now led back to his padded room by a couple of brick-shithouse white-coated orderlies ... the Lp ends with the maniacal melody of Closer To Herfy's Reprise
CONDITION: The cover: THICK grainy cardboard cover, rated M- top copy still has fresh original colors, no delete marks, no split seams, no bends, and no writing ...
The vinyl: Clean and glossy over both sides, rated: M- played it and was THRILLINGLY CLEAN all over ... both private labels are clean
A cool addition to anyone's music library!
SEE: SELLERS OTher items for similar cool sounds for "head" people...
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