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Dance of the Lemmings
Do anybody know the old German heavy rock freaks Amon Duul 2. If stoners hear this music, shit damn sure you gonna dig the crunch is leaves on your back head. Try first Tanze Der Lemminge (Dance of the Lemming) double LP with fucking riffs from a mighty warrior on acid. This record ever evolving with chiming racket of guitars and a drummer sometime two drummer both think they are Keith Moon. Lead guitar and rhythm guitar at the same time with collision of feedback and no blues. Imagine no blues riffs. Like Scorpions with no cliché and no stupid Klaus Meine. Excellent fuck for the head. Record sleeve conveys magic and mystery and mysteriousness of women giants carressing you as a man child to her huge erotic bosom. Excellent sleeve to stare at as you sink within fumes of pot and bedroom disappearing into background of your life. Sometimes electronics of old timer synthesiser psuhes lewd guitars into outer space and riff ever revolving begins again. Thinking am I still alive you race for vinyl to swap side over, but only in your head. Reality? You are still on the bed unable to move. Excellent. For me they are an sect malignant of powerful desart magical and worship, and occupy in my head the larger place. To Amon Duul 2 I will be the lemming, and myself lead astray.
(Wally Gonzales)
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