ORACLE - Nataraja Da Nada

Warehouse find of this relic from 1989. Hard ass Texas psych/biker rock, with incredible spiritual tangents" and a pretty cool overload of general stupidity and blabber. Includes insert." - FE. "The lyrics are obscure, but what I pick up spells L-S-D. About halfway through the track the trio takes off for the Andromeda Galaxy, a 10-minute space guitar jam with echoes of Manuel Gottsching and Terry Brooks, before Rameshwar the vocalist reappears to send a final transmission back to the Solar system. Whew! No coincidence they called their recording shack The Sponge - there must have been liquid acid running down the walls in there. Over on the reverse side is The oracle speaks, another 24-minute trip which Im pretty certain was recorded in a lysergic state - theres no other way to explain the strange wave-like in/out-of synch drumming. Beginning with ghostly whispers of Sanskrit the piercing Voice appears again to intone the LP title, before setting off on a bizarre imitation of rootsy g