1. Lars TiseliusHammond Dance Party
I ripped off this cover, I stole it hook, line and sinker for my Auto Manipulator sleeve. I love its space-age quality. It has a vibe of LSD and hippy psychedelia with a slightly dystopian air of menace. It kind of reminds me of the films THX 1138 and Z.P.G..
The album was released in 1970. The cover promises a truly transcendental, cosmic experience. Unfortunately, it is very bland Hammond organ music. You are more likely to share a cup of tea and a cream cake with your great aunty Mildred than get ripped to the tits on acid and hash cakes playing this record. It is entirely oriented towards an elderly audience. Think Scarborough or Eastbourne and pensioners, geriatrics, the infirm – the world seen through beige-tinted spectacles. A terrible record, but not without its charms. If you want to conjure up the sweet smell of piss-soiled armchairs in an old people’s home, woodchip wallpaper and soggy digestive biscuits, this album is for you.
I have literally hundreds of these Hammond albums, I love them.
