Sometimes life is so wild, you don’t know how to respond to it. Music is the same. Like John Peel said, “I just want to hear something I’ve never heard before”, and this has certainly left me confused and astonished.
Psych outsider Bobb Trimble recorded this, his second album, with a backing band of twelve and thirteen year olds. According to a brief bio I read while sipping my coffee and listening to this song on repeat (it barely misses being a minute and a half long), the “band” broke up because a)they couldn’t play club gigs, and b) parents were rumored to not be so chuffed about their boys being in a band with a fully grown adult. Who’d have thunk (context: this wasn’t long after the Adam Walsh case shocked the psyche of American parents)?
While everything else I’ve listened to by Trimble fits with the folk-psych of other SERMONS! I’ve posted here, Space Opera and Roger Rodier, this song is Shaggs territory; a brief wonderful mess with a punk edge.
I guarantee you it’ll get stuck in your head.
Are you paying attention to that unicorn on the cover art?
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