As I made the left turn on Sunrise Blvd., my passenger remarked in response to Track 6, “Pied Piper”: “...hideous.” I agreed, but my take was strongly positive. This recording is the modern day equivalent of the Plastic Ono Band’s Live Peace in Toronto. It is Nico moaning into a microphone for an Andy Warhol movie soundtrack. It is shards of glass glued to celluloid, projected onto a white wall, while you are standing in front of the wall, ranting for the overthrow of the government.
This is some skewed powerful sh.t, this Curious Hair.
The Hair hail from South Florida, a culturally bankrupt region of the world with about as much energy as death. And no letters please. I live in South Florida. It is merely my opinion.
The Hair are an ensemble of the only interesting, talented musicians in the area. They decided to make a record. They all can write, play and sing well. So they set up a mic, gathered around and recorded some songs.
The opener, “Heart Shaped Song”, brings you back to the moment when you picked up that old guitar with only three strings, plucking it over and over. The repetition was cool, and it felt good. Awful and awesome at the same time.
Think of a very high Yoko Ono hitting some bongos. Alright. Now. Are you getting it yet?
A highlight is “Happiness Grows”, marked by very cool background vocals which I will call “crowd” vocals. Everybody sings. Sounds like the Manson Family with Charlie on guitar and Leslie Van Houten on background vocals, lamenting about how Dennis Wilson is next. Or, on a more positive but equally strange note, think Michelle Phillips, John Phillips and Denny Doherty singing around a campfire while engaged in all sorts of “things”. Another highlight is “Downhill”, a rollicking Velvet Underground-sounding song which sounds flat the whole song. Like a warped LP that sounds cool.
This is one of those from-out-of-nowhere CDs. There is an energy, spontanaiety and raw energy that is captured magically.
If you like Patti Smith, Maggie Estep, the Velvets, Henry Rollins’ poetry, Wilco, Plastic Ono Band, the Dada period and laid back energy, you will get this and love this.
If you have no idea what the hell I am talking about, stay away because there is not enough room on this site for me to explain it in words. You will blame me.