There's maybe six-eight months through 1994 of asking/begging (Paul Major tried to help too), and I finally cop a copy of the debut LP. (Yeah yeah Rockit Jon did it again.) Liked it a LOT, cmon now of course!!, side 1 is mind-fryin’ and atom-crying’, but, for me, it still didn't top the what-the-fuckness of Rock för Kropp. (And that’s okay! It doesn't hafta.)
In 1996 the holy and sacrosanct Subliminal label released Gärdet 12.6.1970, and it was as if a distant God heard the pleas of these hungry TradGrasians. Sweden's greatest vibration magicians could transport souls from one show in the year 1970 into infinityyy with a release like this, and lo my soul was transported countless times with repeated spins of this album.
And now we find ourselves in 2001—m'self specifically in a beautiful Brooklyn location in year 12 of what would be a total of 20 straight: The year where so much amazing music is released, a dawn of possibilities for many that thus turns toward dust for all, but . . . before the horrors we are blessed with the release of Live 1972, on the 1/2 Special Skivor & Trams label (which I always just assumed was Anthology being cheeky/fun). When I bought mine at the storefront and got back to my apartment, it was a Saturday late afternoon where the windows are wide open and your life feels wide open . . .
(FF to 2003 and Anthology gifts us with CDs of albums 3 + 4 in the discography [I nevah sniffed an OG of either and I've sniffed a LOT of rare shit]. I do deeply adore those two pieces of god-art, but . . . see above and below.)
