MYTHOS

Fairly spaced-out Krautpsych with lots of moaning and ethnocentric nonsense, the Mythos debut is a chore to listen to. But when has that ever stopped progheads from owning something with such neat-o cover art and cool band name? I suppose in '72 there were just enough altered states to make this a keeper, but in the light of the post-drug wake up call, it's a tidy forty minutes of lost souls, unwashed hair, the staggering odor of patchouli, and a hole where ten bucks used to be. This is what "stoner rock" was before it became what it is, and for that it deserves some credit. A drop.