45 REVELATIONS
Welcome to Garageland Around The World. Cults across the globe are worshipping at the shrine of the fuzztone god, and the seeds of psychedelia have resprouted in bands greedily plundering the trashy treasure troves of the ’60s. I grew up on the Standells and the Syndicate Of Sound, so I’m glad to see the sound revived. But I have a few reservations.
45 REVELATIONS
Ken Barnes
Welcome to Garageland Around The World. Cults across the globe are worshipping at the shrine of the fuzztone god, and the seeds of psychedelia have resprouted in bands greedily plundering the trashy treasure troves of the ’60s.
I grew up on the Standells and the Syndicate Of Sound, so I’m glad to see the sound revived. But I have a few reservations. Many neogaragists are afflicted by myopia, fixedly looking backwards and failing to listen to any significant development that may have cropped up since the Shadows Of Knight broke up. Others too slavishly idolize the Stooges or the Cramps, and, however brilliant the originals, there is nothing duller than a bad Stooges or (especially) Cramps imitation. Finally, and this is less a reservation than a way to keep it all in perspective, the worldwide garage “explosion” is happening on a miniscule scale, perhaps 1/25 the size of the audience for some New York electrofunk rap artist you never heard of.