Cosmic Jokers

Galactic Supermarket.

Label: Victory

Genre: 60s / 70s Rock / Pop / Progressive / Kraut

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“(...)Starting with a heavy piano-drums groove like John Cale and Terry Riley’s “The Protégé” from their classic LP Church of Anthrax, The Cosmic Jokers return to their trip with an un-cosmic dub beginning, melodicas and guitars spinning off all over the place Gille Letmann says a couple of words before the breakdown into Clangerland, a place where goofy synthesizers call to each other over exquisite mellotrons and tinkling spacey grand piano. Again, it’s just two huge tracks - this time the ever shifting “Kinder Des Als” and the title track “Galactic Supermarket”. The female voices take a while to assimilate after the austerity of the first Cosmic Jokers LP, and the opening track wanders around for a while before ascending to its righteous groove. The women scream “Schnell Schnell!” and the helicopter drums of Harald Grosskopf propel us once more into a hectic frantic major-chord trance out. It’s the sheer unbalance that makes this recod such a delight. At times, Klaus Schultze’s synthesizer is so loud that it swamps everything in its path.
The title track “Galactic Supermarket” begins like one of Van Der Graaf Generator’s greatest and most drawn out riffs. A slow 6/4 bass licks over ominous Pawn Hearts style shifting chords. Again, the piece is slow to begin, as though they are searching for harmony but each musician is confused and solitary. Manuel Gottsching freaks out in a fury of wa-guitar madness, forcing the others awake, but this really is a down-in-the-mouth scene and the whole Trip descends further and further until...an inevitable slow burning groove gets itself together and the scene whips itself up into a Shake Appeal Flip Out. The LP takes a little longer to get into than The Cosmic Jokers, but give it time and it’s in your head forever. Those piercingly loud Klaus Schultze snythesizers which sound so bizarre the first time? You’ll be waking up with them in your head, whistling them in the street, people will think you’ve lost your fucking mind. Right On.(...)”from Julian Cope’s review)