Japanese Progressive Rock presented by DamoX

You cannot close your eyes and mouth - also I've been very surprised at my first try for this album. As follows, there are three points I would like to emphasize here:

1) Basically Takashi MIZUTANI's enthusiastic, tasteful, and fragile (sometimes madly exploded) electric guitar solo can take the initiative to drive the outfit as a basis. I feel he might particularly use neither eccentric phrases nor technical variations, but simple and laidback psychedelic riffs on his play. His strong policy and intention might immerse the audience deeply into his psychedelia, with simple and comfortable phrase repetitions by his 'numbing' guitar solo.

2) There is no suspicion that his 'electric heavyland' should have a bulky influence on the next generation bands such as Acid Mothers Temple. However, his remarkably different point from the younger players is that I can catch a glimpse of his 'junkie' smile in his loudly heavy earthquake. Namely, he could play loudly but with relaxation, not with scattering sweat and spit - such an atmosphere most of the novel psychedelic outfits cannot carry on, in my opinion.

3) Takashi's songs and voices are as awful as of a drunken guy in a cheap karaoke bar - as if I should be knocked out by sour and perfume smell over a matured whisky. Ah, sorry that I've used blatant words but, contrary to above mentioned, such a cheesy vocal might add some droning, hypnotic spice on their guitar-based psychedelia. Who knows what a poor stuff should get much impressive, and at least about them, who cares his voices be fishy - let me say how wonderful the ensemble should be, in spite of his voices.

Regretfully it's not easy for lots of psychedelic rock fans to get this album but so glad and happy if you can get and listen to the album with this point of view on the corner of your brain.

Well such a theoretical issue aside, let's enjoy this terrific album - you may feel the sound quality should be terribly crude, but this crudeness must push and kick you over the cliff named 'the real world'. 'Listen!' Takashi Mizutani's loudly growlin' and trailin' guitar solo would give us such a suggestive shout, and you will get happy with LES RALLIZES DENUDES' junkie and freaky intoxication around you - splendid time is guaranteed for all!

As said about Jaapnese psychedelic bands, GREEN MILK FROM THE PLANET ORANGE's musical style on City Calls Revolution is the garage rock flavour of MARBLE SHEEP blended with the spacey innovation of ACID MOTHERS TEMPLE. Aside from just the beginning of the first track Concrete City Breakdown, mellow and hypnotic spelling of a keyboard solo, here is exactly a lump of fuzzy, noisy, hardy guitar and active, aggressive, cumulative drums and percussion. Obsucure voices and whispers and shouts can make their sounds more violent and more incoherent - sorry that I cannot understand Dead K's voices, not only English words but Japanese ones, but his voices should be a real violent instrument itself, especially the Japanese shouts like a leftist movement or proclamation in the latter part of the Concrete City Breakdown. Who cares what they said in the track - everything active, everything powerful, and everything violent is okay for us 'depressed listeners'. (Um, in this sense, the beginning of fragile keyboard sounds would be heard like an weird opening act. ) OMGS is characterized by an intense battle between a speedy guitar and strengthened drums. Fiercely terribly terrific with violent shouts added! Demagog is exactly a psychedelic grind core as from Earache label.

And, contrary to the previous tracks, the longest laidback jam session A Day in the Planet Orange gets started unnoticed. Slowly stoner / shoegaze and strongly persistent riffs by all instruments including crazy chorus are immediately erosive and comfortably itchy bitchy. An earachy and deeply dignified guitar solo in the second third of the track should be kickin' knockin' us "tired listeners" and makin' us active and aggressive immediately. The last third part is, I consider, surely "lingering imagery" or "subtle overtones" with exploded violence once again at last. Why don't we get powerful and intensive with bein' immersed by this volcanic work?

Sadly, absolutely sadly, GREEN MILK FROM THE PLANET ORANGE has suspended their activity - we may not gain their power anymore.