"They say the bigger the headache the bigger the pill!" Dr. Funkenstein shouts.
And how – cominatcha directly from the Mothership – Parliament, (designed to cure ALL our ills) is the show all us loyal fans, maggotts, clones and funkateers are churnin' burnin' and turnin' ta see...
Here's a double live set, horse-pill size, designed to bring George Clinton's space rituals direct from the Los Angeles Forum and the Oakland Coliseum (both gigs in January of this year) into the privacy of your own living-room.
Space Rituals. Uh-huh! I'd never clocked that one before. Hawkwind, dont'cha see? Parliament and Hawkwind try the same thing, to bring poetry/myth/astral extravaganzas to the stage, to encompass, envelop and enkapsulate the audience in their sound, to make them fly on wings of music muscle. Only difference is, Parliament are such heavy-duty musicians that the playing carries you glidin' even through moments of zero narrative – I mean, half of side 3 is just linking material, basically William 'Bootsy' Collins' bass strutting, churning up dense waves at the bottom of the magic cauldron of sound, with Bernie Worrell's synthesiser indulging in maniac doodles that quicksilver all over the sucker...just lie back 'n' enjoy it, maggotts, its chocolate-covered freaky and habit-forming.
Jon Savage said, "It sounds like they all have such fun," Dern tootin' – fun-with-a-k; un-kut.
Go on, you tell me what other musician has constructed such a watertight, compact independent kosmos? The show begins, you step on board the Mothership Connection, and from then on in you're in a separate universe with its own passwords, chants and magick – it's all a ritual, the audience spontaneously comin' back with the correct responses –
"L.A. SING!" the Long Haired Sucker calls out –
"MAKE MY FUNK THE P-FUNK!" they all yell back –
YEEEAAAAHHHHHH!
They're all WITH HIM out there, they all know all the words and rhythms. Like it says on the press release, they were gonna call it Audience featuring Parlianient. That's because the audience have the responses so down they never miss a beat, they urge the action right on. You can hear it all. Obviously Parliament wanted their funk uncut, therefore left all the intros and build-up exactly as is, so you can feel the time-flow.
Still, that makes for a lousy introduction to the band. You've gotta be indoctrinated, a convert, to fully appreciate this romp. Then the whole of side 1, a ritual frenzy-whipping makes sense, culminating in the loony gobbledeegook litany of Parliament lingo – phrases that occur arid recur, precious moments like the audience question/anser session – e.g.
"I got one question for the long-haired sucker?".
"Oh yeah?"
And how – cominatcha directly from the Mothership – Parliament, (designed to cure ALL our ills) is the show all us loyal fans, maggotts, clones and funkateers are churnin' burnin' and turnin' ta see...
Here's a double live set, horse-pill size, designed to bring George Clinton's space rituals direct from the Los Angeles Forum and the Oakland Coliseum (both gigs in January of this year) into the privacy of your own living-room.
Space Rituals. Uh-huh! I'd never clocked that one before. Hawkwind, dont'cha see? Parliament and Hawkwind try the same thing, to bring poetry/myth/astral extravaganzas to the stage, to encompass, envelop and enkapsulate the audience in their sound, to make them fly on wings of music muscle. Only difference is, Parliament are such heavy-duty musicians that the playing carries you glidin' even through moments of zero narrative – I mean, half of side 3 is just linking material, basically William 'Bootsy' Collins' bass strutting, churning up dense waves at the bottom of the magic cauldron of sound, with Bernie Worrell's synthesiser indulging in maniac doodles that quicksilver all over the sucker...just lie back 'n' enjoy it, maggotts, its chocolate-covered freaky and habit-forming.
Jon Savage said, "It sounds like they all have such fun," Dern tootin' – fun-with-a-k; un-kut.
Go on, you tell me what other musician has constructed such a watertight, compact independent kosmos? The show begins, you step on board the Mothership Connection, and from then on in you're in a separate universe with its own passwords, chants and magick – it's all a ritual, the audience spontaneously comin' back with the correct responses –
"L.A. SING!" the Long Haired Sucker calls out –
"MAKE MY FUNK THE P-FUNK!" they all yell back –
YEEEAAAAHHHHHH!
They're all WITH HIM out there, they all know all the words and rhythms. Like it says on the press release, they were gonna call it Audience featuring Parlianient. That's because the audience have the responses so down they never miss a beat, they urge the action right on. You can hear it all. Obviously Parliament wanted their funk uncut, therefore left all the intros and build-up exactly as is, so you can feel the time-flow.
Still, that makes for a lousy introduction to the band. You've gotta be indoctrinated, a convert, to fully appreciate this romp. Then the whole of side 1, a ritual frenzy-whipping makes sense, culminating in the loony gobbledeegook litany of Parliament lingo – phrases that occur arid recur, precious moments like the audience question/anser session – e.g.
"I got one question for the long-haired sucker?".
"Oh yeah?"
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