Contrabass [Uncredited] – Walter Branchi
Drums [Uncredited] – Renzo Restuccia
Guitar [Uncredited] – Bruno Battisti D'Amario
Percussion [Uncredited] – Egisto Macchi
Percussion, Piano, Timpani, Vocals [Uncredited] – Mario Bertoncini
Piano, Trombone, Violone [Uncredited] – John Heineman
Trumpet [Uncredited] – Ennio Morricone
Yeah, man! Throw a guitarist, bassist and drummer on top of Gruppo d'Improvvisazione Nuova Consonanza and suddenly I'm in love. Man oh man... this is some good shit.
I can hear the "Italian Krautrock" elements people are mentioning. The drummer here, as HorseMouth pointed out, is tethering the madness to something approachable, which means schmucks like me who can't really deal with free improvisation have something to listen to and enjoy because we can trick ourselves into thinking we're listening to rock. Even though we only sort of are.
I'll say this: you definitely, definitely don't need to like anything else by this group to like this. It's rather removed anyway, what with the aforementioned psych rock instrumentation, and at times comes across like that 101 Strings album... Astro-Sounds in the something or other... it doesn't sound like a collaborative effort, or a melding of styles. Instead, it comes off as a rather awkward overdub of two rather disparate styles. And yet it works.
Famous film-scorer Ennio Morricone's jazz / rock / avant garde band. This 1970 album is very wiggy for the time and place, way beyond what one normally associates with "incidental film music". And marquee name Morricone adds trumpet here. Morricone himself was 42 when this album was released and already quite a known artist, hence the major label interest in what otherwise would be an entirely unwanted avant garde annoyance to the business. Given his formal classical musical training, the overall package reminds me of those establishment French persona's such as William Sheller (Popera Cosmic), Alain Gorageur, and Jean-Claude Vannier. You'd be hard pressed to find a more creative rock outing than "The Feed-Back", even if you've heard it all on the Futura and Ohr labels from the same era. It barely cracks the 28 minute mark, but otherwise an essential album that is likely to appeal to the remains of your addled left brain.