Experimentation—College is traditionally known as the time in our culture where much experimenting occurs, with all the Bunsen burners, two headed dildos and taco bell. I missed Rumspringa and still regret it, but the main reason I missed it is because I’m not Amish. So like many other youths of my time, I did some heavy experimenting in college
. I once, at 1:30 a.m., hopped a fence and took a shit in the neighbor’s yard because I didn’t want to wait while my friend took a pee in the bathroom.
I once cooked a frozen pizza on a George Foreman grill.
Once my cousin and I went on an alcohol bender, blacked out and woke up to find two diet mountain dew throwaway bottles on our coffee table, one unopened and the other appeared to have one gulp taken and the cap screwed back on. Strange because neither of us were in the habit of drinking diet mountain dew.
That is enough about my own experimentation, let’s discuss the West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. I just discovered them last year! Quite a feat since the album in question came out in 1967—Part one, not to be confused with Volume one which came out in 1966. I “discovered” them while watching Wes Anderson’s animated feature, Isle of Dogs. The song I Won’t Hurt you was featured and was striking enough I looked it up. Initially, I thought it could be a Kinks song I had overlooked and it reminded me somewhat of the Velvet Underground. I also thought it could have been released in the last few years—all of these signs point to something that I would like, and I was right Gawd Damnit! Here is that song now.
Pretty fucking good, right? What is also striking about this band is the almost bubble gum pop sound with, at times, very dark lyrics. I had been exposed to one of their songs before but was not aware of it. The Dead Weather covered A Child of a Few Hours is Burning to Death, which appears on WCPAEB’s album, Volume 3: A Child’s Guide to Good and Evil. I would like to have that one on vinyl as well but the only one available to order was Part One and it was going for thirty big ones. Here is another song that blew me away off this release.
At times this album also is reminiscent of Frank Zappa and the Mothers and that is made even more apparent when they cover the Zappa tune, Help, I’m a Rock. Part One is a great record to have on vinyl because every song on it is pretty stellar, I find no reason to want to skip any, and if I don’t I trust you will feel the same, if not we should get a messy divorce but I’m keeping the two headed dildo.
It’s rare these days that I find a “new” band to listen to so I’m pretty grateful I just discovered this new band (from the 60s).
As I grow older I find myself experimenting less, so to counteract that trend I’m going to grease up and try to suck my own dick!
So long and until next time.