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Legendary Pink Box

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When it comes to stinging social satire and "bite," gloved in synthesized psychedelica with a crooning three octave voice, only Pink Floyd could hope to hold a candle to "The Prophet"- Edward KasSpell and his Legendary Pink Dots.

The Legendary Pink Box, as is the band, are imports from Amsterdam. When it comes to music, you will never hear any Dots selections in the piped Muzak of the local Lenscrafters or Wal-Mart. European bands are superior in sonics and social sting to American Casey Kasum drivel. (Of course, I exclude Negativland's lawyerfests from the above comment:)

From simple bouncy melodies to churchy hymnal music, to grandiose Owsley Acid freakout music...The Prophet's lyrics and singing come out slugging with gloves off, right from the first song. Join him as he explores and reveals the soft and maggoty underbellies of life. He looks into the lives and thoughts of "window whores" in Amsterdam, a street tramp in a German rail station, a young girl committing suicide by drowning. Peer into the life of a hopeless junkie as his dealer girlfriend drives him to suicide. Dare to consider the autistic child hidden away by others until he masturbates, to the amusement of all.

Hardly Muzak fare! There are topics that we like to pretend do not exist in our plastic culture. "Make it flush the mess away. Tell it God is dead...then make it pray!"

"The Blessing" attacks Catholic sexual mores. Whereas something considered sinful and debased before marriage becomes a "clean thing" after marriage. The happy mother tells the bride that she must now "Take it willing, take it proud!"

"Haubtbanhof" chronicles the life and death of a street alcoholic. As his "Inebriated evening spits a path to nausea night," his only joy is menthol cigarettes. This song shows that his decrepit life, the lives of those around him, and even the flies that land on him are all controlled and governed by the MUZAK that constantly plays in the background.

And of course, included in these savage barbs is yet another long Legendary "Premonition," Preminition 13. Played in long "movements" of psychedelia, the anguish and bitterness of lost love is explored. Who can doubt the anguish when Edward screams: "If I offered you my heart, would you nail it to the post and sell it to the highest bidder?" WOW!

I do not want to imply that all the songs on this masterpiece are negative or suicidal. The song "Government Health Warning" has a bouncy, happy melody as Edward gleefully sings about how on the birthday of Christ, people love to get drunk and then they "wrap their cars 'round lampposts as the cameras clicked and stretchers rolled..." After all, it's Christmas! Have another drink! FA LA LA LA LA! "Can you say the word: 'cynical?' I thought you could!"

Order this album! Dare to explore the incongruities sung about in it. SMASH THE WALLS OF JERICO! Unless of course, you have just purchased the latest Brittney Spears prolefeed, or you are much too "busy listening to the MUZAK!"

Long-awaited US reissue from Caciocavallo contains full lyrics and two fold-out posters of artwork reproduced from the original vinyl box set. A must have for true fans of the Dots.

It's really sickening when people are selling theirs for an outrageous price. The Dot's cd's are not rare nor are they out of print. The reissues sound so much better than the old copies, why the hell would you pay over $40.00 for an old used copy or $45 new? Go to Soleilmoon records website or Strange Fortune's website, they carry all of the Dot's cd's, brand new and they're much cheaper too.

When it comes to stinging social satire and "bite," gloved in synthesized psychedelica with a crooning three octave voice, only Pink Floyd could hope to hold a candle to "The Prophet"- Edward KasSpell and his Legendary Pink Dots.

The Legendary Pink Box, as is the band, are imports from Amsterdam. When it comes to music, you will never hear any Dots selections in the piped Muzak of the local Lenscrafters or Wal-Mart. European bands are superior in sonics and social sting to American Casey Kasum drivel. (Of course, I exclude Negativland's lawyerfests from the above comment:)

From simple bouncy melodies to churchy hymnal music, to grandiose Owsley Acid freakout music...The Prophet's lyrics and singing come out slugging with gloves off, right from the first song. Join him as he explores and reveals the soft and maggoty underbellies of life. He looks into the lives and thoughts of "window whores" in Amsterdam, a street tramp in a German railstation, a young girl committing suicide by drowning. Peer into the life of a hopeless junkie as his dealer girlfriend drives him to suicide. Dare to consider the autistic child hidden away by others until he masturbates, to the amusement of all.

Hardly Muzak fare! There are topics that we like to pretend do not exist in our plastic culture. "Make it flush the mess away. Tell it God is dead...then make it pray!"

"The Blessing" attacks Catholic sexual mores. Whereas something considered sinful and debased before marriage becomes a "clean thing" after marriage. The happy mother tells the bride that she must now "Take it willing, take it proud!"

"Haubtbanhof" chronicles the life and death of a street alcoholic. As his "Inebriated evening spits a path to nausia night," his only joy is menthol cigarettes. This song shows that his decrepid life, the lives of those around him, and even the flies that land on him are all controlled and governed by the MUZAK that constantly plays in the background.

And of course, included in these savage barbs is yet another long Legendary "Premonition," Preminition 13. Played in long "movements" of psychedelia, the anguish and bitterness of lost love is explored. Who can doubt the anguish when Edward screams: "If I offered you my heart, would you nail it to the post and sell it to the highest bidder?" WOW!

I do not want to imply that all the songs on this masterpiece are negative or suicidal. The song "Government Health Warning" has a bouncy, happy melody as Edward gleefully sings about how on the birthday of Christ, people love to get drunk and then they "wrap their cars 'round lampposts." After all, it's Christmas! Have another drink! FA LA LA LA LA! "Can you say the word: 'cynical?' I thought you could!"

Order this album! Dare to explore the incongruities sung about in it. SMASH THE WALLS OF JERICO! Unless of course, you have just purchased the latest Brittney Spears prolefeed, or you are much too "busy listening to the MUZAK!"

One of my favorites...excellent words. The best dots premonition by far, no question. Revealing. One that will continue to amaze and renew itself with each play...