Tracks : 1 Black Sand 4.03 2. Places Of Light 4.03 3 Brainticket (Part One) 8.18 4 Brainticket (Part One - Conclusion) 4.35 5 Brainticket (Part Two) 13.12
the band : - Joël Vandroogenbroeck: Organ, Flute - Ron Bryer: Guitar - Werni Frohlich: Bass Guitar - Cosimo Lampis: Drums - Wolfgang Paap: Tabla - Dawn Muir: Voice - Hellmuth Kolbe: Potentiometers, Generators and Aound Effects
Review by HeadHeritage :
Next
time you feel like getting fried, listen to this! But never mind the
first two songs on Cottonwoodhill; they are both a rather ho-hum
affair. The real brillance on this disc is to be found throughout their
26 minute acid-fueled masterpiece, "Brainticket", the basis of which is
a slightly varrying guitar/keyboard lock groove, kinda like Can at
their most repetitive. Over this groove pulses all sorts of sound
effects, such as machine guns, screams, gargeling, etc. Mostly, though,
the overriding sound is their synthesizer, who, although not in the
league of Klaus Sculze, nonetheless provides some very entertaining
squawks, squeeks, beeps and drones, resulting is a very high-powered
burst of aphetimene driven psychosis, dancable and meditative (but
meditative in a disturbing, scary way).
But Brainticket the band
doesn't stop there, and what really makes "brainticket" the song
transcend ordinary greatness in pursuit of nutty brilliance is the
voice of Dawn Muir. Sounding very Engish, she freaks out over the whole
thing, recounting a very bad acid trip, doubting her exsistence,
screaming her LSD-fueled insights, and just generally making a complete
mess of herself.
...Suddenly you realize that the insanity is
contageous, as the song stops, revealing a weird computer voice going
"Brainticket Brainticket Brainticket" and you are left wondering just
what the fuck is going on,just what is this I'm listening to? But then
the song fades back in, and it's back to where we started...
Poor
Dawn Muir, she sounds like a girl being dragged off towards a mental
institution, and I wouldn't be surprised if she was still there.
Because after this album, everyone in Brainticket freaked out, and only
their keyboard player remained. While other Brainticket albums are
interesting, none have the sheer grab you by the balls lunancy as
witnessed all over Cottonwoodhill, the cover of which carries the
helpful warning : "Don't listen to this record more than once a day or your brain will be destroyed!"
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