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A Case For Sonic Attack: Hawkwind's Space Ritual 40 Years On
Joe Banks , August 29th, 2013 07:43

Hawkwind at the height of their powers were as good as any of their German contemporaries... and they were at the height of their powers when they recorded the live album Space Ritual, says Joe Banks

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Released in May 1973, Space Ritual is a unique piece of British music history. Across its 88 minutes, it delivers one of the most mind-bending, trance-inducing and flat-out immersive experiences available for your ears and brain. It’s one hell of a trip and certainly the finest heavy psychedelic album produced in this country. Yet for all its influence on generations of star-faring mantric music makers that have followed in its wake, it still remains an under-acknowledged record in the great rock canon.

Of course, this isn’t just an issue for Space Ritual, but also for Hawkwind as a band. Yes, everybody knows the name and they’re probably familiar with the wheezing space boogie of 'Silver Machine', but Hawkwind suffer in the popular and critical imagination by being pigeon-holed as sci-fi obsessed hippy throwbacks beloved by cheesecloth-wearing stoners in greatcoats. And while there’s certainly some truth in this perception, it obscures the fact that throughout the 1970s, Hawkwind were a musical and conceptual powerhouse with a series of releases that both parallels and rivals the revolutionary rock coming out of Germany during the same period.

Tellingly, Hawkwind were one of the few UK bands actively listening to and being influenced by the likes of Can, Neu! and Amon Düül II, which perhaps explains why their output sounds so singular when compared with the contemporary British music scene of the time – with a similar year zero, anything goes mentality to the key German bands, Hawkwind took the heavier end of the 60s underground sound as a starting point and created a monolithic concoction of garage rock, primitive electronics and free jazz, with the power of repetition and the riff always to the fore.

Space Ritual is the absolute epitome of this sound, a raging black slab of proto-punk blazing a trail through the vastness of the cosmos, the sheer exhilaration of its musical brute force counter-balanced lyrically by an unsentimental vision of our place in the universe. Experimental but never inaccessible, dense as hell but never dumb, Space Ritual still sounds like nothing else on Earth.

It’s also worth noting that this album wasn’t a niche concern in 1973. It got to number nine in the UK charts (Hawkwind’s only top ten LP), and was culled from a series of shows that really pushed the boundaries of what live rock music could be in terms of an audio-visual event. 'Silver Machine' might appear in retrospect to be some kind of fluky hit from the previous year, but as Lemmy says in Carol Clerk’s Saga of Hawkwind biog, “…in the freak scene, we were fucking huge”. And the success of the single was what enabled to Hawkwind to finance these ground-breaking shows.

Housed in a non-more-awesome day-glo fold-out sleeve depicting a hermaphrodite messiah figure flanked by two heraldic star cats, Space Ritual presents the recording of a show in its (near) entirety – this is in contrast to pretty much every other live album of the time, which tended to be an excuse to re-heat a band’s most popular songs and subject the listener to interminable drum solos. It also features at least an album’s worth of material unavailable elsewhere i.e. the versions on Space Ritual are the definitive versions, not just live takes of previously-recorded songs. Much of the rest of the material comes from Doremi Fasol Latido, and with the possible exception of one track ('Space Is Deep'), these songs are greatly improved by the experience.

So, to the music. As I said earlier, the first thing you notice about Space Ritual is that it just doesn’t sound like anything else you’ve heard before. I remember as a callow 13-year-old getting it out of the local library and being both amazed and rather flummoxed by the noise coming out of my Fidelity stereo – muggy, almost claustrophobic, but also insistent and driving, with disquieting spoken word pieces that enhanced the feeling of listening in to a secret transmission from a parallel dimension.

Fading up out of a ghostly echo of 'Thus Spake Zarathustra' (used to iconic effect in 2001: A Space Odyssey), 'Earth Calling' is a revving of the engines before take-off, screams of what sounds like alien glossolalia gradually subsumed by the rising rumble of bass, drums and guitar. There’s a pause… and then the planet-bestriding riff of 'Born To Go' kicks in. The drums pile on top of it, and we’re off on our epic voyage through eternal night.

At ten minutes of relentless forward motion, 'Born To Go' is pretty much Hawkwind’s definitive song from this period, containing all the vital components that made them sound so different from everybody else. Hawkwind at this point in their history may not have been manned by the world’s most technically gifted musicians, but they featured players who had markedly individual takes on how to use their instruments, which in combination created something very special indeed.

De facto Hawkleader Dave Brock’s choppy, almost mechanical guitar playing is the single most recognisable element of the band’s sound, rendering 'Born To Go'’s pulsating, mantric riff as a series of controlled detonations, blasting “a nuclear way through space”. Brock doesn’t take many solos, but when he peels off from the main theme and hits the wah wah pedal, his playing is utterly transporting, a blinding glimpse of the sun against the blackness of the void.

Brock’s main sparring partner on Space Ritual is future Motorhead supremo Lemmy, whose muscular but melodic bass playing powers 'Born To Go' along, as it does most of the other songs on the album. Lemmy has often spoken of the musical interplay between himself and Brock as being almost telepathic, and that sense of the whole group being locked in a magical zone of musical confluence permeates both this song and the rest of the LP.

On the full-on space rock tracks such as 'Born To Go', the contribution in particular of drummer Simon King is immense. His style is sometimes likened to the Germanic motorik beat, but his playing is a good deal more primal than that – while Klaus Dinger sounds like he’s propelling Neu! into a gleaming technocratic future, King sits at the heart of a dirty engine room, battering his kit in a fight to maintain course on a mission through unknown skies.

The other musonauts on the album are Nik Turner (sax and flute), Del Dettmar (synths) and DikMik (audio generator), all of whom are key to creating Space Ritual’s unique sound. Throughout the show, Turner alternates between playing set melodies and abstract squalls of noise, sometimes at odds with what everybody else is playing, but in a way that’s utterly integral to the conjuration of the album’s otherworldly atmosphere. Similarly, Dettmar and DikMik cloak the songs in an ambient wash of analogue electronics, with mysterious whooshes and bleeps occasionally breaking through like the unheeded commands of the ship’s computer. Hawkwind’s use of keys during this period is similar in concept (if not execution) to Can’s Irmin Schmidt, clearly vital to the sound, but not always obvious how they’re making it.

The final essential element of the Space Ritual experience is of course the vocals, which are shared out between Brock, Turner, Lemmy, and the final member of the crew, the inimitable Bob Calvert. There’s a rough, almost atonal, and yes, ritualistic quality to much of the singing here, something which is again well-illustrated by 'Born To Go' – Turner takes the lead, injecting both a defiant and slightly desperate edge to the lines, his elongation of ‘realiiiitteeeeeeeeeee’ suggestive of someone being slowly torn apart after ejection into the vacuum of space.

'Born To Go' eventually surrenders the controls and transitions into the more sombre and reflective 'Down Through The Night', buoyed along by another fluid bassline from Lemmy. As with all the album (except the very end), there’s practically no crowd noise between the songs, which again adds to the sense of participating in a clandestine ceremony rather than just a live celebration of a band’s back catalogue.

'Lord Of Light' is the most upbeat and pop-like song on the album, Brock’s confident riffing and commanding vocal again ably supported by Lemmy’s rock steady undertow and some of Turner’s most cogent sax playing, while 'Space Is Deep' is a ballad to the void that gradually blossoms into a starburst of colour before seguing into an (uncredited) extract from In Search Of Space’s 'You Know You’re Only Dreaming', its soft wordless chanting bringing the song to a stately conclusion. Both tracks show a compositional subtlety that often gets overlooked in discussions about Hawkwind, but which sets them apart from modern groups fixated only on the highs of interstellar overdrive.

'Orgone Accumulator' sees the band hit the boogie button, delivering a space trucking, head nodding jam backing one of Calvert’s daftest lyrics and featuring his only actual singing turn on the album, his measured and aloof monotone an amusing contrast to what’s gone before. It’s brilliantly moronic, and as it loosens up towards the end, downright funky thanks once again to Mr Lemmy Kilmister. And Brainstorm – set to become a mainstay of the band’s live repertoire – is here still fresh in the set, its relentless two chord riff hammered out seemingly to infinity and beyond. Brainstorm’s urban angst, aggressive vocals and primal energy also make it Exhibit A in terms of the group’s influence on the punk scene set to explode a few years later out of the same west London milieu as Hawkwind themselves.

'Seven By Seven' is a downbeat, minor key meditation on the heaviness of being – “Lost am I in this world of timelessness and woe” being a pretty definitive opening line – while 'Time We Left This World Today' has perhaps one of Dave Brock’s finest riffs and a fantastic call and response vocal that sounds like its being performed by some paranoid gospel congregation.

But like the well-planned piece of theatre that Space Ritual is, it’s all building up to the big finish… On In Search Of Space, 'Master Of The Universe' was a cleverly arranged cosmic melodrama that slowly built in power by using contrasting guitar tones and breakdowns to near-silence. But on Space Ritual, it sounds like the Hawkcraft and its crew are being sucked into a super massive black hole, racing at light speed towards a crushing singularity. Simon King beats his drums like a man trying to smash his way through the ship’s hull, while Brock and Lemmy’s pulverising riff moves from crescendo to crescendo and the entire backline of electronics is turned up to brain-frying intensity.

Taken purely on its merits as a sonic tour de force, Space Ritual is a remarkable achievement. But there’s a fascinating alternate reading of the album where the music is only half the story. The sheer rock power of Space Ritual is crucially underpinned by a feeling of existential frustration, even dread, that grounds it in the fears and concerns of the times it was conceived and created in. Much of this resonance is derived from the spoken word pieces that occur throughout the album and ensure that Space Ritual isn’t some Bowie-esque vision of meeting the golden people in the sky. Rather, it’s about escaping the clutches of an oppressive society while confronting the blankness of the cold space beyond the Earth.

In the early 70s, the UK felt like a country teetering on the brink of political dissolution and social collapse, a world that’s hard for us to grasp from the comparative comfort of the 21st Century. But while nostalgia-driven TV programming likes to depict this time as an endless parade of bad hair, space hoppers and cheerfully racist sitcoms, the reality was a good deal more frightening.

The UK economy was barely functioning thanks to chronic mismanagement and a series of general strikes, leaving mountains of uncollected rubbish to rot in the heat. Revolution was genuinely in the air, whether it was the rumoured military coup about to overthrow the government or the operations of the Baader Meinhof-influenced Angry Brigade. And all of this was happening against the backdrop of a renewed IRA bombing campaign.

But it wasn’t just Britain. The whole world was caught in the vice of an increasingly chilly Cold War, with the threat of nuclear annihilation at any moment seeming gut-wrenchingly real. Yet that was just one of the roads to doomsday that mankind seemed to be busily creating – the early 70s also saw the first global oil crisis, growing fears about an uncontrollable population explosion, and the dawning realisation that pollution was slowly killing the land.

While Brock and crew masterminded the musical side of things, Bob Calvert and science fantasy writer Michael Moorcock – a long-standing Hawkwind associate – put together an over-arching concept that would unite existing material and frame it in the context of the new wave sci-fi movement that Moorcock had been instrumental in developing. New wave sci-fi abandoned the notion that the genre should just be cowboys and Indians in space, but should instead examine modern day socio-psychoses and concentrate on the exploration of ‘inner space’ (a term coined by one of its key proponents, JG Ballard).

So while Hawkwind may trade in a lot of traditional sci-fi imagery, it’s very much reflected through the dark glass of contemporary events and concerns – tracks such as 'Born To Go', 'Brainstorm' and 'Time We Left' are all about breaking free from the death throes of a damaged world. Space Ritual’s spoken word pieces – coldly delivered by Calvert like a detached and dispassionate android – magnify this sense of trepidation and unease, and also act as effective counterpoints to the big riffs that crash in at their conclusion.

'The Awakening' has Calvert mournfully musing about the bleak realities of deep space travel, his crew “suspended cool in their tombs of sleep” in contrast to the bright colonialist future depicted by the likes of Star Trek. But it’s 'The Black Corridor' which is the real key text here, the opening words from Moorcock’s novel of the same name: “Space is infinite. It is dark… Stars occupy minute areas of space. They are clustered a few billion here. A few billion there. As if seeking consolation in numbers. Space does not care.” (This novel, which again tells the story of a desperate group of people escaping from a disintegrating Earth, had clearly been a big influence on the band, these words having already been paraphrased by Brock in the lyrics to 'Space Is Deep').

'10 Seconds Of Forever' is filled with imagery worthy of Ballard himself, Calvert alternating between incisiveness and reverie as he delivers lines such as, “In the second second of forever, I thought of a pair of broken shades lying on the tarmac.” However, it’s 'Sonic Attack' which is the best known of these spoken performances, an arch parody of the government information films that attempted to prepare us for mass vaporisation in the event of a nuclear strike: “If you are making love, it is imperative to bring all bodies to orgasm simultaneously, do not waste time blocking your ears!” It’s very funny, but also rather chilling in its prescience, its mantra of “Do not panic. Think only of yourself” sounding increasingly like a coalition broadcast.

The album ends with the grim 'Welcome To The Future', “the dehydrated lands” with “oceans in a labelled can”, before the Hawkcraft’s mighty engines fire one last time, though whether it’s to finally escape into the depths of a galaxy far far away or to crash-land back down to Earth remains unclear.

Space Ritual is both a timeless piece of psychedelic heaviosity and a vivid time capsule of a culture on the cusp of chaos. Its vision of space travel is entirely consistent with when it was made, the Hawkcraft leaving a dirty rent in the fabric of spacetime as it struggles to break free from the Earth’s gravitational pull. It still feels to me like an almost miraculous album, a band at the height of their powers performing their most audacious shows, perfectly captured as an ultimate statement of intent and a living document for future generations. Any band following in the space rock tradition must bow down before it, and in the interests of cosmic justice, so should the arbiters of the critical consensus, and finally recognise Space Ritual as one of the major works of the 1970s.

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Jenny Fabian
Aug 29, 2013 12:04pm

Space Ritual doesn't necessitate a "case for". I've never met anybody who doesn't like it. Even people who don't like Hawkwind like it. Who are you trying to convince, Joe... yourself?

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Aug 29, 2013 12:19pm

In reply to Jenny Fabian:

Calm down Jenny.
Isn't it just nice to see some writing, this Thursday, about this super album?

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Koor Guul
Aug 29, 2013 12:37pm


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Aug 29, 2013 12:39pm

In reply to Jenny Fabian:

Clearly you move in circles of people who are aware of the brilliance of Hawkwind, or at least this album. Perhaps this piece is aiming at people outside those circles, who might appreciate learning about something they weren't previously aware of?

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Julian Bond
Aug 29, 2013 1:00pm

Standing on the runway, waiting for take off.

Meanwhile somewhere in London,

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Aug 29, 2013 1:32pm

In reply to Jenny Fabian:

All those years ago I had this but moved it on as I found it dull and one dimensional. I can appreciate the lagacy though, as I listen to the likes of White Hills etc etc.

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Aug 29, 2013 5:19pm

Great album, great band, at least when most of its principals were on the page/speaking terms. Hawkwind makes the utter worthlessness of, say, no talent wannabes like Moon Duo, all the more glaring and insipid, ponderous clowns like Daniel Lopatin. What's your theory, maaaaaan?

I am, however, waiting for the Quietus feature on Robert Calvert's first two solo albums, "Captain Lockheed" an "Lucky Leif"!!!

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Alarming Prez
Aug 30, 2013 3:27am

Spot on review. I remember stumbling into those Hawkwind lyrics when I read The Black Corridor a few years back. A Robert Calvert solo feature would be great. I'd like a feature on his third solo album 'Test Tube Conceived.'

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JD Twitch
Aug 30, 2013 3:56am

Great article. I also first heard this when I was 13 and still vividly remember the guy in the record shop smiling as he handed it over and telling me to prepare to have my mind blown. He was bang on the money and it continues to blow my mind to this day; to my ears it is the greatest live album ever released. When cheap personal stereos first came out, the first thing I did was make a pause button edit of "Orgone Accumulator" that lasted a side of a C90 tape which took me to extreme levels of trance induction. Hundreds of plays later I still wasn't bored of that song and it still does weird things to me to this day. I'll never tire of this album. Hawkwind are often much maligned and undervalued but as you point out from 1970 - 78/9 they created a phenomenal body of work. Thanks for writing this and hopefully as a result a few more people will discover the joys of this monolithic record.

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Aug 30, 2013 4:51am

As a wanker-jogger, I'd like to speak out as someone this album wasn't meant for, But in my wanking-joggin i must say i have never found a better groove to nipple-rash to. Others might want their Kylie and daft funk and repetitive beats per minute but when i get on that cycle-bike theres only one silver machine... It's between my legs and it duuuuurggeees. This album can not be surpassed. It just can't. A psychedelic workout wonder horse. As you can see, words fail me. Space, on the other wand, opens.

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Joe Banks
Aug 30, 2013 8:06pm

Thanks for all the positive feedback, it's much appreciated. Just to pick up on a few of the points raised:

Jenny F - I'm not trying to position Space Ritual as some kind of unsung, buried treasure-type album, and I know that it already has a lot of fans. My point is that both this album and Hawkwind themselves deserve to be more widely recognised by the critical cognescenti and tastemakers, who tend to trot out the same tired selection of bands and LPs when citing the key influencers in the history of rock. At the very least, it'd be nice to see notions of what constitutes the 'great rock canon' shook up a bit.

Tom S - Sabbath and the Stooges. Funnily enough, I was going to mention both, but I figured that the article was already pushing most readers' attention spans! Like Hawkwind, Sabbath were/are a 'peoples band' (horrible term, but accurate I think) who tended to pull in the punters regardless of what the music press said. And while everybody's happy these days to blah on about the formative influence that Paranoid etc had on them, it certainly wasn't always that way - it was only really when grunge broke big that it suddenly became OK to say that you'd always dug Sabbath. Before then, there was every chance that you'd just be dismissed as a bit of a sad case. Anyway, not sure how much of an influence Iommi was on Brock, but Into The Void certainly shares a similar lyrical theme as much of Space Ritual, and is without doubt my favourite Sabbath track - it contains enough awesome riffs to make an entire album. As for the Stooges, I would love to know how much Hawkwind were aware of them, particularly the second side of Funhouse, which sometimes sounds like an alternative template for Hawkwind's early skronk'n'roll.

Alarming P - Yes, Test Tube Conceived is a great album (his fourth - the harsh but interesting 'Freq' was his third), and I'd love to see a proper retrospective of his various adventures, musical and otherwise. The whole 'mad Bob' thing overlooks what a unique talent he was. I'd certainly like to see Luck Leif reappraised - it always seems to suffer in comparison to Captain Lockheed, but there's some great stuff on it.

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Joe Banks
Aug 30, 2013 10:23pm

The pedant in me insists I point out that Test Tube Conceived was actually Calvert's fifth solo album - 'Hype', the soundtrack to his novel of the same name, was his third, then 'Freq', then TTC...

And apologies for the missing 'y' from Lucky Leif!

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The Riverboat Captain
Aug 31, 2013 1:05am

In reply to Joe Banks:

A tip of the hat to Barney Bubbles too.

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Simon E
Aug 31, 2013 7:56pm

An excellent essay, thanks Joe. A question for you, or anyone else reading - I have a double vinyl live LP called 'Space Ritual Vol. 2', recorded at the Brixton Sundown in Dec. '72. It seems to share some of the same tracks, but I'm pretty sure it's not the same as the Space Ritual described here. The cover is black and yellow. Any ideas how the two relate?

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Aug 31, 2013 9:47pm

Takes me back to the Edinburgh Playhouse in the late 80's and their 3-green beams of light laser show. Great.

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Joe Banks
Aug 31, 2013 11:21pm

In reply to Simon E:

As I understand it, Space Ritual 2 features the live versions from the Brixton show that weren't used on the original album (Space Ritual is a mix of recordings from Brixton and Liverpool). I've got it somewhere, but it's been a while since I listened to it - though based on this review from the excellent Head Heritage site, maybe I need to check it out again...

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Simon E
Sep 1, 2013 8:56am

In reply to Joe Banks:

Thanks Joe. Time for me to buy Space Ritual Vol 1!

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Sep 1, 2013 10:58am

Good piece - the album still sounds fresh. For food lovers who like their meat, here a great companion article

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Philippe Manoeuvre
Sep 2, 2013 10:39am

Hello : we re a french rock magazine
and would like to print that hawkwind story in french.
Can you contact us please ???
Thanx !

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Joe Banks
Sep 2, 2013 9:43pm

In reply to Philippe Manoeuvre:

Hi Philippe, thanks for getting in touch. I've just sent you a message at the general Rock & Folk email, but if you'd like to contact me directly, my email is

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Sep 4, 2013 2:47am

Great to see people love this album as much as I do. Hope that it never becomes mainstream though, much too unique and special, and that was the whole point.

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Oliver Labus
Sep 24, 2013 3:15pm

Dieses Album ist einfach genial und nicht zu übertreffen. Man ist in einer anderen Welt und möchte dort bleiben.Es gibt nichts vergleichbares.Toll das Nik Turner diesem Stiel treugeblieben ist,egal ob Live oder im Studio!Er ist mehr Hawkwind als Hawkwind selbst!!!Und sein Masters of the Umiverse und Brainstorm sind die Höhepunkte dieses Spacrrock-Meisterwerks!

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Ghost Writer
Sep 24, 2013 3:41pm

Krautrock the british way! Lemmy showing at an early stage his greatness as a road warrior!

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Sep 25, 2013 3:07pm

I was turned on to this by someone I had lent a copy of Spacemen 3's Sound of Confusion some years back. I totally agree that it deserves to be considered in the same league as the Krautrock greats.

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Ben Hunt
Sep 26, 2013 12:00pm

In reply to Joe Banks:

two things wanted to add... Barney Bubbles contribution to the live and lp visuals should be noted, and also to much of the concepts
and Test Tube Concieved and Freq were both after Hype werent they? A lovely album too... oh hang on you mentioned it! doh!
lastly everyone I play this album to, and I do mean everyone, regardless of whether they think they like Hawkwind or space rock (no not prog!) or anything none 21st Century just gawp and then say... this is Hawkwind...? and they start to change their opinion on, well just about everything...

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Pagan Cidergod
Nov 21, 2013 12:33am

Although I'd been familiar with Silver Machine, I didn't really discover Hawkwind until 1976 when a friend lent me the Astounding Sounds album, very musical and especially interesting in the synth department. Then Alan Freeman played Brainstorm from Space Ritual on his Saturday show and I'd never heard anything remotely as powerful, and the seeds of fandom were well and truly sown. It wasn't until 1979 when I finally bought a copy of Space Ritual and I still dig it out on a regular basis. Thanks for the unbiased review. Perhaps you could follow up with 1977's Quark Strangeness And Charm, less bludgeoning but with some of Calvert's finest writing.

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Beachie head
Nov 22, 2013 10:43am

I once thought that compared with live albums such as Rush All The Worlds A Stage, Space Ritual sounded like it had been recorded in the toilets on a cheap cassette recorder. But the more I listened to it, the more it got under my skin until I could hardly stop listening to it! No other album has had that effect on me. A masterpiece.

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Dec 11, 2013 9:08pm


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strawberry tony
Dec 16, 2013 3:07pm

In reply to Andrew Hoaen:

I'd give my right bollock to see dave, simon, and lemmy jam once again!

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Feb 12, 2014 12:35pm

Excellent piece on an excellent album. 'Twas years later I discovered Michael Moorock's The Black Corridor and that an Orgone Accumulator actually existed. One of those valuable albums that can pluck you from your current existence and take you elsewhere.

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Phil James
Jul 14, 2014 11:38pm

Hawkwind - what a band! I saw them at least 10 times in the mid to late seventies. Don't remember any of it - was as wrecked as they were.

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Jim Milne
Aug 23, 2014 1:16am

In reply to :

Saw the space ritual played live at Edinburgh'sEmpire theatre, must be a wee bit older than you. Continued to see the band in the Usher Hall, playhouse, Odeon,etc. Still go to see them even now. Great days in the 70's though, no family, just get wrecked and enjoyed the band lol.

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Oct 18, 2014 6:59pm

At last a review that not only recognises the musical contribution of this album but also seeks to dispell the 'cliched' labels of the past. I was first blasted into space in the early seventies by this band as a teen, I have lost count of the gigs I attended over a twenty odd year period, from festivals to intimate pub gigs like the flamingo and firkin in newquay . . . . I travelled freakin miles in my obsession. . . . . . For me the tragic loss of Robert Calvert left a massive hole in the credibility of both the lyrics and live performance, add to that Huw Lloyd Langtons recent demise the band have not been the same since IMHO. Nik Turner for me always ruined the live shows from Peterboroughs wirina stadium onwards . . . remember the flourescent ice cream cone hairdo? His egotistical pharping through that sax was always off key, out of time and most definately out of place! The current line up does not exactly float my boat as it where . . . . . They could do with a decent frontman!vocalist Dibbs is better than Ron Tree though (and Sam Fox . . . Whoever thought that appearance was a good idea??) To Dave Brock and crew all I could ever say is well done, for keeping the engines running. . . , For the excitement, the lights and freakingly spaced out times I will always have a special place in my eternal soul that will forever be Hawkwind!

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Fred Shred
Oct 21, 2014 5:23am

A brilliant record, one of the greatest ever. A couple of things to ponder. The producer - Vic Maile, later to record "Ace of Spades". The other thing - Canned Heat's "Fried Hockey Boogie". There's a connection there, trust me ;-)

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Rob J
May 27, 2017 8:48pm

A superb article. First band I saw on Sunday February 9th 1975 at
Hammersmith Odeon. They were superb.

Hawkwind never had the kudos of other UK rock bands from that era.
Too often, they were deemed to be a noisy three chord joke.
I was a big fan of their early albums, and I NEVER saw a decent review. Not once.
Interestingly, they were the only band from the British Underground to
survive the cull when Punk took hold of the music industry.
"Brainstorm" matches The Stooges "I Wanna Be Your Dog" and The VU's
"Sister Ray", for sheer industrial grind. The Stooges and the VU weren't popular at the time either.
Like those cult US acts, the Hawks' have had the last laugh.

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