Don’t Knock the Rok!
Emperor Norton Records
know how GWB feels. When you stop taking drugs the fury for world domination can’t even be doused by chemicals anymore, reifying your objective correlatives as foreign policy is the solution. GWB knows how Roky feels. Axii of evil everywhere, and nobody believes him! GWB was given the Presidency but Roky did the groundwork as a mole deep in the Kremlin.
50s r’n’r tunes all sound the same to those who weren’t there, but this collection of “Two-Headed Dog”-era rehearsal tapes allows an approximation of what they probably sounded coming through the crystal radio to an EC comix freak (maybe F. Wertham was right?) living in a house with decorated femurs for furniture.
Delinquent music and horror films carried the palimpsestic truth about the zombie infiltration, a truth which the evil axis tried to neurosurgically extract from Roky’s brain but instead the ‘old’ brain just bounced down the stairs and the new one was given electrical powers enabling the dog’s two heads (‘named ‘Blieb’ and ‘Bleib’) to communicate, then the state withered away.
The guitarist sounds like James Williamson slightly fatigued by a hard day de-limbing relentlessly advancing undeads with a flamethrower and a rusty shovel. People on vast quantities of drugs ‘know’ everything but don’t do anything about it, while their cleaner brethren are blind to the malevolent workings of the cosmos yet relentless advance upon it anyway, so who’s more like a zombie?
Roky Erickson also invented an improvement on SLSK that won’t be available to the unelectrified public until he’s damn good and ready.
Reviewed by: Dave Queen
Reviewed on: 2004-02-09