Hello internet pals of music. Today we’ll kick in to some forgotten hard British rock, produced by Black Sabbath’s Tony Iommi.
One of two things are happening with the cat. Either he is observing my every move to report back to his alien superiors, or he’s recalling memories of his past human life and trying to understand where he came from and how he came to be in a cat body at the foot of the bed.
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Legend has it that Tony Iommi saw Necromandus and became their manager. They’d been struggling along for a few years by this time. I’m sure they thought they were headed for the stars. They certainly sound like it on this song. Very confident. And while one can hear the Sabbath influence, it’s not the same way that Led Zeppelin looms all over Orang-utan’s Chocolate Piano.
Necromandus broke up after this album. But they didn’t have a past life as a Sabbath rip-off. Maybe the cat didn’t have a past life as a Japanese salaryman with a taste for 80s ambient and hi-fi. Maybe he’s just a cat being weird, as cats are.
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