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Friday, May 1, 2026

The Pop Group



Bristol based post-punk funk/jazz becomes one of the most psychedelic recordings of its and most times partially thanks to a freefall production by Reggae producer Dennis Blackbeard Bovell.

The music itself is pretty open ended influenced by funk, free-jazz, dub, and a few rock signposts like Captain Beefheart and Can.

I picked up my copy of this in a purchase with Beefheart's Lick My Decals Off, Baby thanks to comparisons being made to these bands in early British music press coverage of the Birthday Party. This was in 1983 and I had a really good local 2nd hand record shop where a lot of the money I had went in the mid 80s.




Very very good, very unique lp. Lysergic as all get out with that production. I think pretty essential lp but Ive been listening to it for 43 years as well as the rest of their catalogue and some of the band's offshoots. Singer Mark Stewart went onto record a bunch of stuff with Adrian Sherwood at On-U Sound. Other members became Pigbag and the drummer wound up in P.i.L a few years later.



The bandname seems to be somewhat situationist in objectifying the nature of a group of performers. I'm also reminded of the cans marked FOOD in Repo Man. I don't like the idea that it's a reference to Iggy anywhere near as much.



Band later became a deal more concrete and less psychedelic on their 2nd lp For How Much Longer which is also good. & the compilation We Are Time captures them live and in outtakes but should have been on one cd with Cabinet of Curiosities.

Thanks to Stavo Olende.

Labor Day 🖖

 

Respect to everybody’s skill, sweat and strength.



Sure not belonging to politics and politicians!

🤡🤮😱🤡





Thursday, April 30, 2026

The Bumblebee 🥳

 


Here is the “wrong” handmade “mild-bass” horn and the mighty Goto SG146LD: experts and acousticians & assorted mavens will swear this very horn (120 cm long, even-petals “morning glory” Goto’s design, cm 90 Ø mouth) shouldn’t/couldn’t work - i.e. sound right, with a flat frequency response - but… 





… same as the bumblebee, which is too heavy and shouldn't be able to fly… but it doesn't know this and it flies, anyway.




… same happens for this horn: it’s lightly-built and not resonant and it nicely blends with upper ways… it shouldn’t sound, but it does!





I’m not a flat-earther who disproves every scientific law, just using my senses and musical tastes.

Amen.

🖖




Two watts of beauty - the ‘65 Telefunken 6080 magical sound 💫

 


The 120 dB Gotorama 2.0 allows impressive, unique experiences: this morning I optimized cabling (‘30s Siemens Klangfilm 32 VGA solid core copper with silk dielectric between Goto’s drivers and crossover and Audio Consulting cryogenic solid core silver between crossover and amp) and switched from Quad II/22 combo I used yesterday as very first listening to my beloved handmade Telefunken 6080/Brimar 5V4G/Haltron SJ7GT and Audio Consulting  “Silver Rock” passive preamp, with cryo silver Audio Consulting boxwood RCA signal cables.

As I’m “only” enjoying some cherry-picked CDs, I’m almost worried I’ll be not able to handle the possible tsunami of emotions, the overdose of beauty when I’ll soon switch ON Misho’s Audio Antiquary phono-stage and my Garrardzilla or the mighty Studer C37!

I simply didn’t expect such a result also if I was aware of the “ingredients” of the recipe: the whole “thing” is far more than the sum of the single parts, indeed.

What makes me utmost happy is that - like concert pianist friend says - difficult things should be showed as easy; in my (humble) case, cables are barely visible, for example… everything is cherry-picked, chosen for best sound quality.

… also the uninterested is hooked by shape & function, and then… Music comes 💫

Will it not be too much for my old battered heart?





What I’m getting is a dream: smooth and hyper-detailed sound, rich in texture and natural, with perfect decays and an immersive character, a live effect where you hear music coming from musicians but not, never, ever beaming like on (sad to say)  most of commercially available “loud”speakers!






Seiya Goto was an alien from Antares who came to bring happiness to the men of good will… how right was Reinhard Huttemberg talking about the merits of Goto SG146LD: it’s everything about cohesion and integration among the drivers, where usually a woofer is below-par sounding… here everything is playing unison, like a One.







Yes, specifically and speculating a bit on this concept of “loudness”: my deep feeling is that the boom-boom, high SPL sound commonly found at audio fairs is an industry trick to mask poor micro dynamics and nuanced uniqueness so present in real music and in musical instruments, never shouting also when played FFF!

What I’m hearing right now is untiring sound, the piano pedals and felt on strings… the roaring quitness of large drums and cymbals, barely hit by mallets, the trumpet keys and breathing of Wadada Leo Smith and all the music in between.





That’s what justifies all the hassles and expenses and expectations… this sense of bliss, the innocent need to shed a few tears (which, as my mother used to say, makes the eyes beautiful) and the deepest ever feeling to be a whole with the highest, best, infinite Universe, where only stars and love exist… no wars or evils… the consciousness and contemplation of the Highest Beauty.

Only audio? 

Only music?

Don’t think so: when done “right” (at the best of everyone’s possibilities, with purest of intents), it’s a stargate to satori.

💫




Wednesday, April 29, 2026

House always wins 😉

 






Gotorama 2.0 - woofer-less since April 29th, 2026 💫

 


At last, alter almost two years… I must confess that it wouldn’t be smart if I’d be passing without succeeding to listen to my new Gotorama… you know: shit happens 🫣




Happiness 
🌠



Lightning fast, clear, natural: a complex four-ways horn system which sounds as coherent and easy to the ears as a wide band, crossover-less single speaker, only better 🤭.

 💫




Tuesday, April 28, 2026

The Grateful Dead - The Workingman’s Dead 💫

 


Not only is this probably the rarest pressing I have of this quintessential album, but it’s one of the best sounding too. 

During the late 60s and early 70s the Japanese spared no expense with their excellent pressings and overall materials, including detailed inserts. 











As per above Discogs, prices are steep!


The Grateful Dead  - The Workingman’s Dead 

Warner Seven Arts W7 

1970 Japanese promo white label/red wax with OBI and insert.


Thanks for Brian Flegel for sharing and congratulations for owning this gem.

💫🍀💫🖖




Monday, April 27, 2026

Gotorama 2.0 “Das Alte Werk” 💫

 

The stereo kichigai’s dream system and my wife’s nightmare as WAF is quite on the low side.

😉🙃🤭☺️

Yet, it’s gigantic but still manageable, as you can move the whole thing with just a finger, despite the imposing weight.








In the very next hours will mount the (mild) bass wooden horns - after making two cork gaskets - will wire-up the drivers to the crossovers and will listen to some music, two years after I dismantled and crated the Gotorama on June 2024.



Ready to be punched…


The mono crossover 💫


Handling these 50 kg Goto SG146LD is quite demanding






 😳


Thanks to Luigi for the helping hand, to Arnaldo for his handmade bass-horn, to Gaetano for the solid aluminum arrays, to Enrico for the birch plywood bass driver shelf & bass-horn painting and to Marco for the Goto’s bass drivers… and to everybody who empathized and encouraged and pushed me to complete this installation.


🖖🙏💫




Sunday, April 26, 2026

Flea-market gems 💫

 






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I’m a soft person 💫

 


"I'm not a rock star. I'm a soft person. I'm not a rock." - Don Van Vliet






The mystery of Master Wilburn Burchette 💫

 


Did you know one of the strangest guitar records of the 1970s wasn’t made in a studio—but conjured like a ritual?

I only heard about Master Wilburn Burchette and his quite elusive, rare and expensive records in early Eighties from one of my discs-pusher, Franco Zanetti… this music wasn’t to be found in records shops but only mail-ordered to the artist himself..

Knowing my deep and sincere interest for the likes of John Fahey and Robbie Basho, he insisted ‘til I bought a couple of the Master’s himself and it was an epiphany.

California mail-order mystic turned self-taught guitarist, Master Wilburn Burchette spent the early ’70s translating the unseen into sound. Obsessed with both music theory and parapsychology from a young age, he built his own instruments, studied harmony like a system of equations, and began shaping what he called “tonal pictures.” Between 1971 and 1977, he released seven albums in seven years. Records like Guitar Grimoire framed music as something closer to ritual than entertainment, each track mapping out a kind of inner vision.








Burchette placed cryptic ads in the back pages of obscure magazines, offering a Psychic Meditation Course that taught people not just how to hear music, but how to actually listen to it. His albums came with dense instructions and philosophical notes, guiding listeners to engage with sound as a tool for awareness. To him, music wasn’t passive, it was a way to interact with consciousness itself, driven by intention, emotion, and what he saw as a kind of everyday “magic.”





Listen to this (it’s on Spotify) and you’ll find yourself in some California Mount Tamalpais’ stargate.

This music, which - as I told you - I discovered in early ‘80s, deeply inspired and influenced my way of playing and improvising.

At the core of his thinking was a stripped-down view of the occult. He didn’t believe in witches or magic the way religion or horror stories describe them. Instead, he saw “magic” as intuition, hunches, pattern recognition, the mind working ahead of explanation.


At the height of it, he walked away. He burned his materials, stopped making music, and reinvented himself as a psychic under another name, publishing newsletters and making a living on predictions. Decades later, still elusive and wary of attention, he stuck to one guiding principle that defined both his work and his disappearance: preserve the mystery.


The ongoing reissue series is rooted in that same principle. Since 2015, we’ve worked to preserve and reintroduce Burchette’s recordings as they were meant to be experienced, carefully archiving original materials and faithfully reproducing the texts, inserts, and ephemera that accompanied each release, restoring the complete context of his work for a new audience while honoring the strange, deliberate world he created.

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Master Wilburn Burchette was an American musician (guitar, synthesizer) and "mail order mystic". Born in 1939 in California (USA). Found dead in 2023 (aged 84) in the home he shared with his brother Kenneth (also found dead, aged 76) in El Cajon near San Diego (USA). 


Burchette was a largely selt-taught guitarist and self-taught mystic, whose fascination with the occult began around the age of 12 when he "had been transfixed by the parapsychological, spending as much time reading books on Tibetan mysticism fundamentals as he did practicing guitar, the vibrations of which he used to create tonal pictures and patterns." 


After time spent teaching classical guitar, he constructed an Impro guitar with 6 different woods, with mahogany for the base, soft pine, elder, and rosewood. The neck was inlaid with abalone shells. 


Then, in the 7 years between 1971 and 1977, he released 7 albums of guitar and synthesizer music, mostly via his Burchette Brothers label (run jointly with his brother Kenneth, a chemist). He advertised these albums via mail order ads, hidden in the back pages of Fate Magazine, Beyond Reality, and Gnostica News. 


On offer: Burchett's seven-part, block-printed "Psychic Meditation Course," designed to teach people how to listen to music. To go along with his lessons: his instrumental guitar and electronic records featuring ornate hand-drawn cover designs, complete with listening instructions from the master himself. After 1977, he abruptly burnt and discarded everything related to his musical explorations.