In The Poor Sun
01. At Sunday Night In The Blow Up (20:42)
02. Kaputt (8:15)
03. Ein Gemmenmärchen (3:14)
04. It's Groovy, The Electric Light Machine, Boy (5:56)
05. Electric Light (3:17)
- Wolfgang Orschakowski / guitar, vocals, radio
Improvised psychedelic blues might be a fairly suitable description about what you are listening to when starting with the long track 'At Sunday Night In The Blow Up' recorded live in Munich which covers one vinyl side. Not very inspiring as for my personal taste over the course of time. Kaputt - literally could be translated to 'wasted' - does not sound like this at all. Much more drum dominated nearly soloing all the way through and accompanied by a great accentuated guitar with early Clapton reminiscences plus some flute additions - something special - this is a really excellent track!
On Ein Gemmenmärchen Zippo trys to sing but the result is not more than some sprechgesang with this typical charming accent backed by a simple blues theme. With It's Groovy, The Electric Light Machine, Boy another great track comes up - this time dominated by playful bass plus percussion support. Take Over, Electric Light is proving the album's experimental side when blending samples, radio snippets and a semi-acoustic blues guitar.
It's cool in a sense that they'd chosen a title "In The Poor Sun" for their only one shot ... even though the adjective "poor" looks unsuitable for the brilliant "sun".
Back to the topic, a decent occupation upon A-side of the LP titled "At Sunday Night In The Blow Up" is the 20-minute-long masterpiece in this album. Although they might play such a long trippy jamming session maybe with altered states of mind (not sure if due to musical trip or chemical agents), this long train running is flooded with dry-fruity soundscape along with simple persistent heavy riffs and a bit danceable grooves, that can absorb us completely without boring at all, mysteriously. On the contrary, it can be considered that they had never created another album because such a unrefined but remarkably addictive atmosphere could not have been launched anymore. Sometimes tribal, and sometimes vital, but from beginning to end, deeply eccentric based upon desert guitar sounds ... this obscurity cannot be usually heard here and there. For this stuff (and their play upon it), 20 minutes might not too long I imagine.
On the other hand, the B-side consists of 4 short tracks. The last three are bluesy short breaths without any Neues, but the beginning "Kaputt" is flooded with killer bullets, as if launched to us listeners continuously under the dark, cloudy sky. Crazy flute and reed-whistle (?) dance vibes make us crazier. What a fascinating quake their ritualized percussion is. Let me say this drastic remedy can be another masterpiece of theirs. "Like fractal carrots dangled in front of a hungry Krauthead: it's hard to resist music described so vividly" (according to Michael Neumann's paragraph in his review for Moolah's "Woe Ye Demons Possessed") ... KUDOS! :)