The Parable of Arable Land - The Red Crayola

While many psychedelic groups of the Sixties had some claim on the term "experimental music", few were as experimental The Red Crayola, later known as The Red Krayola. They applied a new form of psychedelic cacophony to their music, where the chaos was not an expression of violence but instead the vision of an evolving dreamscape. They fully abandoned lucidity and transformed each piece into a hazy symphony of noise and metaphysical combustions of emotion. In-between each individual piece of this album, rests a what the band has christened a "free-form freakout." These wild freak outs best display the psychedelic transformation of The Red Crayola. The pieces are simultaneously spectral and wildly kinetic. Each piece is a skeleton barely held together by the thin wire of a rhythm, while explosions and tornadoes whirl around it. The first piece, Hurricane Fighter Plane begins with such explosions, only these detonations do not destroy; they create. The swirling noise takes the form of a genesis, shortly before a steady universal pulse emerges, setting the tone of the whole album. The second piece Transparent Radiation introduces a folk-rock element into the mix. Mayo Thompson recites the delirious mantras over the aching backbone of a rustic beauty. The third track, War Sucks, boosts the violence of the album to it's peak. The music thrashes back and forth in a spasm, as if it wants to regain consciousness. The fury reaches such heights that it`s direction becomes uncontrollable and can only be spewed at vague entities and ruinous ideals. It culminates in such a ferocious clash that it seems to be attempting to awaken an apathetic deity. Pink Stainless Tail introduces a persistent drive, only it's been twisted beyond recognition. The vibe is reminiscent of a wild animal, albeit one that is being tamed. The title track unveils a penchant for true avant-garde music. It uses sound to paint a surreal, abstract painting, similar in aesthetic to the works of Jackson Pollock. It blurs the line between noise music and ambient. It becomes paradox of moods, calm but harsh, deranged but subdued. The final piece, Formal Reflection Enduring Doubt, is a mediation on the catharsis of the whole experience. It is the eye of storm, a place of quiet surrounded by chaos. As the piece finally fades out the parable is completed.