Tuesday, April 14, 2009

to the most nazz

I generally thought I liked the idea of the Monks (Vietnam vets that dressed in monks' robes, got the tonsure haircuts, wore nooses around their necks, and played rattly garage rock on electric banjo and organ in Germany in the sixties) than the reality, but just-released The Early Years 1964 - 1965 (listen) is totally the nazz, brother. Not Nazz that spawned Todd Rundgren, but the nazz in the general sense.

I've gone on about Henry Flynt before, suffice to say he is also in receipt of nazz-ness. His album with the Insurrections I Don't Wanna (listen) is one of those weird class-unto-itself rock curiosities. One is almost tempted to label it outsider, except that Flynt knew exactly what he was doing. Julian Cope has this to say about him in his article on this album
the artist himself (hardly yet out of adolescence) looked like a cross between Stork from ANIMAL HOUSE and Napoleon Dynamite. Moreover, brothers and sisters, this guy was a true Zelig of the underground; an everywhere and nowhere baby whose name cropped up time and time again in articles about the American Civil Rights Movement, the modern New York art world, and the new Socialist philosophies being thrown up at the cusp of the 50s/60s.

Finally, as if challenged to offer up something even more feral, I present Argentinian psychedelic no-fi racket merchants Reynols. The least weird thing about this band is that their drummer is a man with Downs Syndrome, if that tale is to believed; Reynols are fast and loose with the facts. Behold Pacalirte Sorban Cumanos (listen) and mine this interview for reliable information. So nazz, it is anti-nazz.

Experimental Dental School - Forest Field (pay what you will from their website) The tight-begets-loose of rock worked out a disused garage on the outskirts of Out There. Quite the nazz himself, Dan from Said the Gramophone/MBV writes my kinda record review.

1 comment:

  1. Totally agree that Henry Flynt is the nazz, not that I knew what that meant before today. Thanks for turning me on to that a while back. I keep circling back to it.