I was catching up on this Matt Johnson interview – the ultimate Soul Mining deconstruction, and which I really enjoyed, and part of what led me back there was musing on this earlier album – Burning Blue Soul – that played an important role at a certain time, a unique sound experience and one of those essential formative atmospheres. I loved all the Andy Dog artwork on the other releases, but this is the cover art I knew.
This opening track is as fresh as the day I heard it. Brutal, ceremonial, wild, primal, but not dark – just jarring. Like an ancient rusted alpine horn puled from the Thames and hooked up to a 70s sci-fi bellows and dragged through the acid soaked streets on a cart with giant wheels made of aluminium tape reels and lashed together with the magnetic tape. A metal machine music banger.