I just got back from seeing this band. Fantastic. I was hearing Broadcast, kosmische (one of their tags on bandcamp is 'krautrock de salon' - dig it), Stereolab, Terry Riley... I'm going to be singing their praises for quite a while, I think.
Can't remember when I came across this one, probably during my obsessive Eroc phrase (he's on the boards for this one). The title track's a killer instrumental that mellows out halfway through. 70's rock from Germany that's more proggy than psych-y. Guru Guru vibes throughout.
Worth it for the title track alone.
A very dedicated fan has provided lots of info on the album/group in the comments thread on discogs. Thanks ShakeYeahbouti!!!
I think I came across these guys through a mix (maybe one of Jiro's?). Hector Zazou is the Z; Joseph Racaille (which has to be a stage name, it would be too cool to just be named "Joseph Scum") is the R, thus, Z'n'R.
This one's all over the place, but is held together by the laid-back feel and willingness to experiment shown by the two (? - in any case, it feels like two) performers. Occasionally my Soft Machine whimsical proggy funny-bone is tickled. Electric pianos, synthesizers, (sometimes treated voice), guitars... singing/speaking in English, Spanish and French sometimes all in one song. Good for Sunday morning mental puttering.
Postscript: From time to time, I stall a bit with this blog/music blogs in general, the community produced (or lack thereof), etc. Today, while researching for a mix I'm putting together for friends (a primer on reggae), I revisited what we could call a "frozen blog" - one of those wonderful archives teetering forever on the precarity of sudden removal. No posts for over five years. All the links are dead. But it still exists, like a virtual cemetery, for you to go traipsing through if you have an inkling. A snapshot in time of a fellow traveler's explorations in taste, and one of my early inspirations for starting this site: Big Head Stevenson.
Warm vibes for the beginning of spring. Right up there with Chet Atkins' Hollywood album in terms of gorgeous guitar nostalgia-for-a-time-that-never-existed-/-that-you-never-lived-though. Try walking around in a grumpy mood with this coming through your headphones. Impossible.
