YETI

My first rating in the site! An album that show perfectly the link between (ehem) psychodelia to put it lightly and experimentation, or say prog if you want. What its so great about this album? I mean the voices are no exactly bareable, and the production is poor, as the sound of guitars are so muddy....Well is IMO the kind of experimentation fuelled by some (ehem) aditives so beloved in that era...it makes the sound reaches unmaginable hights of feeling, music openess to new planes, blissfull dementia and progressive punkism ( !I dont give a damn what you are expecting to listen! ! I will do whatever i want!). The album opens with the monster track "Soap shop rock" a uncanny vindication of the revival of neo-paganism....the lyrics could talk about the earth destiny under western cristian pragmatic civilization or could be talking about a witch trial.....escenes of torture, and insinuated rape.....absolutely nut parts with mocking opera singing, violins riffs from the hiperborean ages... to much...in this case you really have to listen to it because is literaly indescriptible. "She come trough the chimney" opens with a reference to the lyrics of SSR, thats frighting because for me it means something like: they were judging the witch, but !she really was a witch , hear her coing through the chimney! and what a wicked song, above the mundane, theres a lot of details in this piece of music worth of atention, but i will focus on the otherwordly violin high pitched frases ...incredible. "Archangel thunderbird" a monster riff, great song full of SydBarret Floyds era details !Cool and catchy in a strange sense! "Cerberus" is eastern folk ritual music, the feeling (el duende) of the exotic acoustic guitars is innegable even if they make some technical mistakes for so to say, the tension and odd excitement generated in this song is really great, towards the end some gigantic electric guitar riff enters to make a blissfull pandemonium that wouldnt give peace till the end of the song. "the Return..." is as uncanny and monstrous ("Yeti", isnt what is all about?) as mystical. "Eye-Shaking king" is a stone-d age , primitive riff thats mixed with electronicaly treated voices (¿So are we in the future or in the past? Im afraid we would never be sure), then it turns to a all fuelled psychedelic jam in full flight, always getting more and more intense, without a moment to catch breath...What can i say? Great!!! ...but the end, when a normal voice enter, is not very much of my taste. "Pale Gallery" has a great name since this song is the musical definition of ghostly...a medium trance into the world of the deads. "Yeti (improvistaion)" is wierd as a trip to hell, the psychodelic jam slowly builds with what seems like musical ramblings and wanderings...near the third minute a wailing guitar sets the controls for the heart of the night, and the atmosphere gets more and more dense and tripy. around the sixth minute there is a climax a sudden break and we are in another psychedelic jam improvised over a monolithic base line, thats always wandering into the other side without any hope of returning back home. Around the twelve minute the music gets quiet and keeps on with the strange journey, not exactly structured but not without form, like intrigin strange signs left by the waves of the sea into the beach sand. "Yet talks to Yogi" a blissfull weirdo of a song (by now ¿what you are expecting?), a little brother of "Interstellar Overdrive". Expresive without the need of melodic coherence. Around the fifth minute the atmosphere is so dense that you cant cut it with a knife ( !Wait a minute! ! Thats exactly what you could never do with this kind of atmosphere!). "Sandoz in the Rain" is quite beatifull folkish pagan expresionism but no very expecial in comparision...!Is almost listenable! !What a dragg! A soft way of ending a frightening disc. What can i say? i just love it!!!! But for the sake of the coherence laking in this gem i would only give it four stars because is an excellent adittion to a prog collection but if its a masterpiece ( wich i dont doubt) is in an style of its own.