IS THIS THE GREATEST PSYCHEDELIC POP SONG OF THE 1960âS?
THE FOUNDER OF THIS GROUP WAS A BIZARRE BLOKE. HIS NAME WAS BOB MARKLEY AND HE WAS ADOPTED BY AN OIL TYCOON. HE HAD A STRANGE, OBLIQUE BOWL CUT. SO PSYCH.
CHECK OUT THEIR SONGS. THEY HAVE SO MANY GOOD ONES.
OH YAâŚBOB MARKLEY MAY HAVE BEEN A NONCE. HENCE THE SONG TITLE.
BUT THE SONGâŚPERFECTION.
A MINIATURE MOMENT OF SPARKLING DARKNESS THAT EMANATES A DERANGED, CAPTURED INNOCENCE. CLOSE YOUR EYES AND YOU MIGHT SEE CHARLEY MANSONâS FACE APPEAR OUT A BLACK CLOUD OF FUNERAL SMOKE.
MUCH LIKE MANSONâS STUNNINGLY HAUNTED SONG â LOOK AT YOUR GAME GIRLâ, THERE IS A DEEPLY FORLORN QUALITY TO THIS TUNE.
WHEREAS THE BEATLES TENDED TOWARD THE WHIMSICAL, PLAYFUL AND LETâS BE HONEST, BLOODY FUCKING GOOFY SIDE OF THINGS, THIS SONG HINTS AT SOMETHING MUCH MORE NEFARIOUS.
GO LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE LOOKING AT THE SEVEN OF CUPS CARD FROM THE RIDER WAITE TAROT DECK. AND THEN LOOK UP THE LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN AIR FORCE STATION IN LAUREL CANYON. AND THEN CHECK OUT THE BOOK âCHAOSâ BY TOM ONEILL. AND THEN READ âWEIRD SCENES FROM THE CANYONâ BY DAVE MCGOWAN AND ONLY BELIEVE HALF OF IT. AND THEN READ ABOUT THIS BAND. AND THEN REWATCH MULHOLLAND DRIVE. AND THEN ASK YOURSELF:
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH LOS ANGELES?
