As a reissue label, Fallout is hit and miss. Whoever decided to dig up this ultra obscure collection of hippie commune jams for them deserves a promotion. Consisting almost exclusively of six and 12-string acoustic guitar, congas, harmonica, flute, tambourine, and soaring female vocals floating over a gruff male timbre, this forgotten recording sounds as you would imagine a Richie Havens wedding campfire album. The results are not overtly psychedelic as you’d assume, though the surreal three-way medley tribute to Fred Neil (a major folk artist of the time) certainly bends the theme. It’s merely a selection of strong backwoods sing-alongs as folk as a yolk, well deserving of its first appearance on CD. Fleshing out the tracklisting is all four sides of both of their rare 45s, which boasts three worthwhile single versions of album cuts and a b-side. Should the mood require a dreadlocked drum circle, look no further.
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