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5.0 out of 5 stars
It's 1968, OK! Hopeful/Naive/Magical . . ., November 24, 2006
This review is from: Src (Audio CD)
This album is quintessential 1968 w/its magical lyrics and intense music . . . it's so fragile that you can't take it from its time w/out it falling apart. Lyrics reference literature, mythology, physics, metaphysics, and mathematics (the space between two points w/in the boundary of time is only numbers on a clock, a never ending line . . . Interval). CD also includes Morning Mood (classical Peer Gynt) and the 45 version of Black Sheep . . . I first heard this alternate version when my exhusband and I were testing directionality of a rotor he'd installed on a huge antenna on our apt bldg. We dialed into a tv test pattern at 3 am and SRC blasted from the channel . . . Honey, I think we dialed into Heaven? SRC #1 is so hippie/sixties in the very best way, the stuff that school systems now ridicule ala "Brave New World"/Aldous Huxley lest a new generation find it too appealing.
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10 of 11 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
One of the 1st great Michigan bands of the 60's, June 15, 1998
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This review is from: Src (Audio CD)
The SRC (Scott Richard Case) was one of the finest Michigan groups during an era of great regional garage-rock groups. This LP was released in 1968 after their regional hit single, "I'm So Glad." The group featured the piercing sustained notes of Gary Quackenbush and the pulsing organ of Gary's brother Glenn. Most young garage groups featured the SRC's powerful single, "Black Sheep" as part of their set lists. The singer, Scott Richardson, went on to marry Robert Mitchum's daughter, write a couple of screenplays (including one made into a movie with Bob Dylan as the featured actor), and also write a novel called "King of the Shadows." This is a must LP for fans of late 60's garage pop!
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Way More Than Psychedelic Ear Candy, October 24, 2005
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One might almost dismiss this band as psychedelic bubblegum, so unaccustomed are we to unvarnished, naked offerings of truth, whimsy, beauty, fantasy. But a serious listen will show that this first album by SRC goes deeper than such a lah de dah genre with a cohesive kick-ass resolve. All the musicians knew their licks well and the music at times surges with epic power. Not Led Zeppelin, and yet... In some ways more listenable.
These bold companions helped carry the great burden without guidance a ways along the road, with a lead guitar that soared from the heights like a great eagle and pierced the heart like Elvish steel. This is a child's garden of stories, evoking thoughts of frost glittering under starlight, autumn leaves blowing across the moon, distant gilt-edged clouds, Maxfield Parrish afternoons, rainbows, magic pools, the music complemented by airy and exuberantly youthful vocal harmonies backing the singular voice of the minstrel tale spinner.
One of my favorite cut-out lp discoveries, this relatively obscure 60s band from Ann Arbor produced the ultimate anthem for the archetypal underdog, a melodic rolecall, a mantra for the damned.
"Blacksheep, outcast, misfit, Ishmael,
Every stranger each his own tale,
Fear of the unknown diminish,
Inside outside start to finish..."
How could anyone not recognize these heroes of Middle Earth, that place which breathed as a shimmering vision throughout the 60s and beyond? March steadfast into the sun with sword in hand, the truth shall be revealed, and courage be exalted even unto the stars... How I missed these intrepid travellers and their tales in the long interval between vinyl obsolescence and their reincarnation on compact disc.
SRC (this first album) could be the message on our next projection into the interstellar void following Voyager. We mean well and hail all starfarers, but are not to be trifled with...
And the torch was lit to guide us into Valinor...
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Ungh... My head hurts... Gotta remember not to drink like that... Still, I'll stand with what I wrote...
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