Saturday, February 10, 2007


By Joshua!

Waking up…where do we find ourselves?......

The sun streams in through the over-arching fingers of the tree canopy hundreds of feet above our little dugout as we drift down the Mekong Delta, the air stiff with cordite and Nepalm and bristling with the threat of gookish eyes watching from the lush shadowy banks on either side. It’s another day of constant fear and sunburn as we patrol every inlet in search of….

Or perhaps, we’ve wandered in off the dust of Haight Street into the gloom of the vast auditorium of the Dandelion Tearooms as The Dead idly noodle on for a thirteenth or fourteenth hour of directionless stoned labyrinthine boogie through their psychedelic gazetteer of inner spatial awareness playing only to rats, cockroaches and a few hair-infested bodies who left the planet the day before…..

Or else, it’s…..

…but no, on closer inspection we find we’re actually listening to the brilliant new recording to be issued by Gulcher Records.

It’s called JOSHUA JUGBAND 5 (and/or) DAMASCUS DOLDRUM and every home should have one – it’s so good!

The tracks are handily totally devoid of such misleading things as titles. This allows you, dear reader, to go about supplying the filmtrack which it is so obviously in need of completely unhindered by any preconception attached by its maker thus limiting the commentary you can apply – you are absolutely free to let the music [for this is MUSIC to be sure] lead you where it likes and you allow it to. This is artistic liberation to the highest degree. Be assured.

It took us a long time to reach this happy plateau. Now it is our duty to stay and enjoy life to its full extent. Let us pray…

Oh! Mighty Gulcher!

You have thus far supplied us with many many wonders. Now you have brought us into the ecstasy of The Damascus Doldrums where we wish to remain forever and for always, if not longer.

Please continue to nourish our souls with many equally edifying and glorious sonic landscapes in which we may pass the rest of our days in peaceful contemplation and orgiastic revelling.

World without end.

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