The Penultimate Galactic Bordello Also The World You Made
02. The Seven Stigmata From Pussycat Nebula (56:04)
03. What's Your Name? (70:46)
04. The Holly Mountain In The Counter-Clock World (65:36)
- Cotton Casino (CD 1 - CD 3) / space voice, beer & cigarette
- Tsuyama Atsushi / monster bass, super voice, cosmic joker, piano, drums, toy gameran
- Higashi Hiroshi / synthesizer, dancin'king
- Koizumi Hajime / drums, sleeping monk
- Kawabata Makoto / guitar, guitar-synthesizer, Hammond organ, voice, RDS-900, alien voice (CD 3), speed guru
4 CD box set. One long song each CD.
"The Beautiful Blue Ecstasy (Have You Seen The Blue Sky?)" - '60s psychedelica re-birthed. Almost Garcia-esque guitar. Very good for what amounts to a stripped-down jam. Oh, then they get all freaky-deaky for a run, but it's all to the good. Then a vaguely melancholy organ and spacey guitar intertwine in a lengthy out.
"The Seven Stigmata From Pussycat Nebula" - Grottier guitar (to start) and a spacier feel (get used to hearing/seeing a variation of 'spacey' in connection with AMT), with a less-cohesive musical structure. Cotton Casino's voice wavering like a flesh-and-blood theremin. Ooooh...another freakout, with what sounds like native (reed?) instruments mixing it up in a not-unpleasant cacophony over weird synthesized and organic fluctuations. And the guitar bursts in again, messily flying to-and-fro over some continued spazzing, before it all slows down and spaces out and the guitar complains before it gets stately. Resultant entropy re-evolves into spy series theme music. The song takes a roller coaster ride of discombobulation from there on out; a looped, repeated tone at the end.
"What's Your Name?" - Relatively mainstream explosions of raucousness interspersed with samples of people giving their answers to the title question (or vocalizing other 'things'). Kind of annoying in an inorganic way; but worse, rather pointless. Sometimes it's all too damn cheesy. It doesn't even feel experimental, so there's no real attraction there. Some of the music degenerates in an uninteresting way. Intentionally attempting to be weird. I'm guessing that maybe in this case intoxicants and the mixing board didn't intersect well. Not AMT's finest hour. Dunno what the phallic artwork implies.
"The Holly Mountain In The Counter-Clock World" - A ghostly confabulation with no pointed source or recognizable participant. It melds veeeery slowly, with no perceptible change in intensity. Half-seen figures emerge faintly from the fog, only to slip back into its comforting cover. Things coalesce a smidge and a light drone takes over, with minor, laid-back pittering and pattering. A guitar laments and the elastic theme dissapates.