We're Late For Class

#32 Trippin' In A Plymouth Belvedere

#32 in a series. Various tracks from various sessions we've been endlessly mixing and remixing with no actual goal in mind. The title track is a true story about a hitchhiking incident involving a Plymouth Belvedere driven by two, off-work day strippers. Embellishments will likely make future versions of the story more potent. It's an outtake from the #21 Science sessions. "The Lumbering Rex (Remix)" is from later and "Sanctified" is a ranting guitar workout from our unfinished War Of The Worlds Sessions. This never fit any themes, and it probably won't fit here, either. Another 20 minutes of made-up stuff we'll never do again.

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Trippin' In A Plymouth Belvedere (10:25) (w/ College Sweater Breach & The Misplaced Prelude)
The Lumbering Rex (Remix) (5:05)
Sanctified (4:40)

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#31 Transmissions Vol. 2: The LSD Sessions

More random transmissions from the void, this one with a theme... The LSD Sessions, though, we're not saying why. We will say that we thought each of these improvisational jams were about 30 minutes long. For optimum enjoyment, we're advising drug use, though local authorities may frown on the practice.

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67 (4:23)
Closing Ceremonies (At The Beastie Boys' House) (5:27)
Buttery Hog Mosh (8:49)

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#30 The Jim Morrison Seance Tapes

We're not sure how the idea hatched but we know the concept doesn't need much of a set up... it's a live space improvisation during a Jim Morrison seance. Why not!? It's cheaper than a living singer (classified ads, lodging, alcohol) and besides... you know how lead singers are to deal with. Since Bono isn't dead yet, we thought, who better than poet/philosopher/comedian Jim Morrison? And so you don't think this is just something we slapped together with old recordings and ProTools, listen for yourself as the engineer asks Jim for the "post-death stuff... the stuff without copyrights." For those that don't buy the premise, we've included a bonus, 14-minute instrumental mix (minus Jim) from when it was called "Message From Fornax" for a few hours. In the end, Jimbo was fun, even if he did sound like he was drunk in Paris. It went smoother than our Screamin' Jay Hawkins seance, anyway.

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The Jim Morrison Seance Tapes (13:57)
Message From Fornax (Pre-JMST Instrumental) (14:02)

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#29 Bob Can Hear Us

Alright, see what you think of this one. A 22:44 live space dirge dedicated to our long-suffering neighbor, Bob. It could be worse. This improv was originally over 40 minutes long. Recorded live, along with The Jim Morrison Seance Tapes (#30)

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Bob Can Hear Us (22:44)

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#28 Transmissions Vol. 1

The first in a series, probably. "Sequel To The Return Of The Son Of Monster Magnet" started out as a nod to Frank Zappa's Freak Out, but halfway through the 11 minutes turned into a Hawkwind jam. We didn't expect that. So, we went full bore Hawkwind on "Wind Of The Hawk." The inspiration being us previously being accidentally inspired to sound like Hawkwind. Seemed like a good enough excuse. Speaking of Zappa, that's actually Frank excusing himself to take a piss at the beginning of "Glenn Miller's Luggage Is Missing, Too." It's a never before heard snippet we managed to acquire (don't ask how), making this a "must have" for Frank Zappa collectors out there. Yet another Creative Accountants idea for expanding our fan base. The song itself (with overdubbed vocals) is a spoof of Andy Mackay's similarly named tune from his '70's rock opera, Rock Follies, with an unlikely musical debt to an old Mothers of Invention tune. Yet another 20 minutes of pointless improvisation, recorded live. Except for the dubbed vocals.

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Sequel To The Return Of The Son Of Monster Magnet (11:00)
Wind Of The Hawk (4:20)
Glenn Miller's Luggage Is Missing, Too (5:31)

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#27 Caravan Psoriasis

We'd never heard of anyone doing a rock opera before (that's, Iraq opera), so here's one. It's a coming-of-age story about a boy named Thommi, who is drawn to experience the big city by a pirate radio broadcast of a Muhammad Ali fight ("Ali Ali"). Thommi sets off (against the wishes of his well-to-do parents) and enters the desert in search of, well... a plot. Pretty much his only source of wisdom and guidance is the ghost of Carlos Santana. But, since Carlos is still alive, we'll need to wait a while to secure the rights. For "The Grim Ride Home," all the young troupe has for diversion is a book of old German folklore. They hope it's porn, but their Deutsch is a little rusty, if you catch our drift. Like any good iRock opera, the concept of Caravan Psoriasis is vague enough to thematically fit any lingering childhood issues of your own - with a timely, Iraqi twist to help reach a few more consumer demographic groups. Thanks to Professor Wole for the poetry and to JZ for the clip. 24 minutes of action, reaction & interaction. Recorded live. Here's our 8x10 promo photo.

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Ali Ali (4:57)
Caravan Psoriasis Pt 1 (4:12)
Caravan Psoriasis Pt 2 (7:48)
The Grim Ride Home (6:56)

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#26 Candy Stripers

The accountants are telling us we need to sex up our act if we're going to "move units." They still don't get it. But in the spirit of cooperation, here's the new, jazzed up, ready to sell out version of We're Late For Class. Spit-shined and open for suggestion. Actually, all we did was concoct a snappy new cover. Just like Warrant would have done... new cover, same old shit. Another 20 minutes of random noise that was made up on the spot. "Candy Stripers & The 10:50 That Followed" seems kind of self-explanatory, but then, we were there. It's subtitled The Voice Box Sessions. While "Heroine Sheik (MySpace Remix)" is a rim job we've remodeled from our first release, primed for the so-called (now irrelevant) new millennial crowd. Maybe we're the ones that don't get it.

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Candy Stripers & The 10:50 That Followed (14:10)
Heroine Sheik (MySpace Remix) (5:44)

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#25 Right Back Where We Began

"So don't you try to equate liquor to marijuana, mister, not with me. You may be able to sell that jazz to another pothead, but not to somebody who holds some kid's head while he vomits and wretches on a curbstone at 4 in the morning. And when his legs get enough starch into them so he can stand up and empty his pockets, you can bet he'll have a stick or two of marijuana. And you can double your money he'll turn up a sugar cube or a cap or two. So don't you con me with your mind expansion slop. I deal with kids every day. I try to clean up the mess that people like you make out of 'em. I'm the expert here, you're not." - Joe Friday

Dragnet 1967 & 1968 are popular DVDs around here. Sure, the show's outdated drug episodes are good for a sure laugh, but Dragnet was also unafraid to voice the opposition's arguments. As in The Prophet, where a Timothy Leary-type drug guru named Brother William gives it back to Friday & Gannon as good as he gets it. His hippie dreamscape made it into our latest live tape, "And We're Right Back Where We Began." The Meat Beetles are thinking along the same lines. They borrowed our "Humbucker (Short Version)," from #12 John Carpenter's King Heroin, and dubbed some "squiggly noises" & similarly themed source material, calling it "Just Say Know." It's here and there.

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And We're Right Back Where We Began (6:46)
Just Say Know (2:43) - We're Late For Class/The Meat Beetles

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#24 Limited Edition Release

Some accountant guys at school are offering their services to us just to get some real world experience. And, the first thing they advised us to do is get in on the special, limited edition release scam. "A sure money maker," they're telling us, especially when you sit on all the existing copies for backdoor sales at auction sites (just like big record companies do). So, this is Limited Edition Release, our promo single - featuring two self-explanatory, so-called rockers, "Transmission From Jimmy Miller's Car Phone" (not to be confused with #15's "Jimmy Miller's Knob Is Missing, Too") and "The Lumbering Rex" - with riffs we hammered repeatedly for an hour just to get 5 consistent minutes. This take was about a half hour in. As you can see... this hard copy promo's spine is stuffed with an atmospheric enhancement stick. By merely igniting it, critics might like what they hear. Of course, if these were actually sent out to media, there'd be trouble. "Free publicity," seems to be the accountants' mantra on the subject of our arrest and prosecution. We're not sure how long it takes for this collectible crap to get valuable, so... until then, you can listen to the contents of Limited Edition Release below and download the digital version for free. Then... watch for the rare, original, collectible discs popping up on Ebay, with a secret code on back to deter rampant counterfeiting. Accountants think of everything (great). Recorded live.

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Transmission From Jimmy Miller's Car Phone (6:46)
The Lumbering Rex (4:26)

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#23 Musik For Potheads

Sometimes, you've just got to call it what it is. This is Musik For Potheads. There's no story here. Just our stab at a three minute hit single, "Herd Mentality." We fully expect this to be all over iTunes and Amazon, racking up the ratings and attracting a media "buzz." Of course, once you hear this obnoxious rock stomp w/super fucked guitars, you'll wonder what's in our pipes... and may even be tempted to ask for some. Don't! Instead, check out the hyper-audacity of "Checkers" and the admittedly masturbatory "Transmission #37." It's just like the subheader says, "Live improvisation for your smoking jacketed pleasure." Recorded live.

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Herd Mentality (3:05)
Checkers (5:42)
Transmission #37 (9:29)

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#22 Live In The Theatre Of DisBelief

A couple of us wrote a script for a television show (pretty much on a whim) just to see how hard it would be to knock one out. The title of it was "Live In The Theatre of DisBelief." The premise involved a scientific reconnaissance space vehicle, not unlike Star Trek's (Piccard-led) Enterprise, that chanced upon untraceable alien transmissions of music. The music was intoxicatingly magnetic, and would subliminally seduce listeners - despite its sometimes abstract or repulsive sounds. In the story, the crew would listen in their off hours, harmlessly enjoying (or just plain curious about) the unusual sound waves from space. But, was it all harmless? We won't reveal the exciting, climatic, professional, prime-time TV conclusion here. As you might guess... our goal was to attach ourselves to the soundtrack work in any future pitch meetings. So, while waiting for that never to happen, we've taken various stabs at such "space transmissions." This 30 minute plus improv is one of 'em. Recorded live.

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Live In The Theatre Of DisBelief (32:42)

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#21 Science

We actually went into a real studio for this one, and came up with The 'Sup?tet. It's a "defined instrumentation offshoot" that uses pure, psychedelic guitar overload, stripped, simulated jazz/funk arrangements, cheap editing and various found sound tapes. 'Sup? 17 minutes of our Faux Jazz/Buckethead/Tape phase of September 14-16. It only lasted the one weekend. Just as well, since we couldn't have afforded the horn players. It features our usual shenanigans along with another one of our epic, four-parters, "Science." Our apologies to Mr. Rose. Science features a bevy of raw improv, some slight of hand and was "made with the space age in mind" (from our press release). And, no... we're not a part of any underground web advertising information game clue promotion. So stop calling the house. Volume matters. Recorded, for the most part, live.

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Under 30 Second Tribute To Kurt Winter (0:29)
Lab Animal (3:15)
Science (12:30)
I Alphonia's Reply, II Live At The Loft, III Weather Authority, IV The Torture King
Hell For Red Skelton (0:45)

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#20 We're Late For Class - A Collection

A greatest hits? Are you guys kidding? Well... sorta. It's just that with 19 posts of original, improvised music (and a Faust cover), who in their right mind is going to weed through it all to hear what we're up to? Certainly not you! So, for those curious about stoned improvisors who give away their music, here are some of our more tolerable jams. If you don't like this well-sequenced set of drug-induced space hymns, then you'll know to ignore the rest or our shit and get back to downloading the new Fall Out Boy. We didn't have room for our 40 minute psych/dirge excursion, "'Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun' As Played By Vanilla Fudge Imitating Iron Butterfly When Fudge Were Forced To Open For Butterfly At The Fillmore West After In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida Went Top Ten." So just click on the title for that. Haight-era bong hits not included. We hope you like it, share it, spread the word and come back for more. Listen to any and all tracks in full or download the entire 75 min collection below (including the nifty, I've-seen-the-future-of-online-music-cover-art, animated .gif).

Burden Bearers (Of Aristocracy) (4:54) #15
(Hand Me That) Revolutionary Coat (5:50) #2
(Another) Summer Of Heigel (8:22) #9
Theme To John Carpenter's King Heroin (9:07) #12
Blunt Force Trauma (Unit) (9:42) #14
Fukhausen (Excerpt) (2:22) #3
Tommy Reese's DTs (Relapse) (11:42) #4
A Buoy, 40 Yards Out (8:20) #19
Final Moments Of Barry Cowsill (Redux 4) (10:08) #14
It's A Rainy Day, Sunshine Girl (4:56) #13

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PRESS THANKS...

Thanks to the late, great Fred Dellar at MOJO Magazine for mentioning Art Jackson's Atrocity AND We're Late For Class in two separate "Ask Fred" columns, where he called the Atrocity's Gout a "fine, percussion-fuelled, invigorating free-for-all," and also saying, "we at Ask Fred are glad WLFC exist." Thanks Fred!

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Many thanks to Jeff Fitzgerald over at Psychedelic Waves for including Art Jackson's Atrocity in his list of Top 30 Albums of 2019, calling Tribute To Sun Ra... "Some great, exploratory, tripped out Sun Ra inspired free jazz," and "a terrific album." Needless to say, we're shocked. Since we never sent the guy a dime. Thanks Jeff.

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Thanks to Roz Milner for the two interview/articles posted at Bearded Gentlemen Music, "Solving the Mystery of Art Jackson Atrocity’s Gout," and the most recent, "With His Back To The Crowd: Art Jackson’s Atrocity’s Live In Europe - Lost Live Jazz Recording."

We collectively appreciate the creative interest and the well-groomed ink.

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Thanks to It's Psychedelic Baby Magazine for the article, "Maybe It’s Time To Take Art Jackson’s Atrocity Seriously." Maybe.

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AN ACTUAL RECORD REVIEW...

ART JACKSON'S ATROCITY

Gout

(Unreleased 1974 Promo On Columbia Records)

Reviewed by Joe Kenney @

Julian Cope Presents Head Heritage

If, like me, your favorite era of Miles Davis is his electric era, specifically the 1973-1975 years in which Pete Cosey was his guitarist, then you’ve probably wondered why that super-fantastic lineup of his never cut an album together, after Miles decided to retire in late 1975. I mean, they were the greatest group in history, with Pete Cosey’s phenomenal, psychedelic guitar (the man was beyond Hendrix, that’s all there is to it), Reggie Lucas’ wah-wah’d grounding rhythm guitar, Michael Henderson’s dub-like basslines…hell, I can’t go through all of them, but if you know them, you love them. But if you’ve ever wondered what an album by this super group sans Miles would sound like, well my friends, I give you Gout, by Art Jackson’s Atrocity.

Only thing is, you’ll have to hunt the blogs for it. Recorded in 1974, the album was cut as a promo by Columbia, who then went on to drop both the group and the album, which is unreleased to this day. “The horror…the horror…” No one’s sure why (info is slim to none on this group and album), but most rumors have to do with Art Jackson’s drug abuse. In any case, the album has perfect sound quality – the only source is the promo LP, of course, and it sounds phenomenal.

The Miles connection surfaces again: Art Jackson was a twenty year-old guitarist whom Miles Davis himself recommended to Columbia records. Apparently Davis even funded the recording of the album. The Atrocity was put together around Jackson, an 11-member collective of hard-rockin’, psychedelia-lovin’, jazz-playin’ motherfuckers (two saxophonists, four drummers, two keyboardists, a guy on reeds, a guy on bass, a guy on “effects”), none of whom I’ve ever heard of (much like Art Jackson himself).

The five long tracks on Gout center around Jackson’s guitar, and the kid is Pete Cosey reborn; the stuff on here sounds almost identical to what Cosey was performing on the Agharta and Pangaea albums. That same sort of fucked-up, psychedelic distortion which goes from raging and chaotic one moment to spaced-out drones the next, the strange tunings, the works. Only thing is, unlike Cosey, Jackson’s not above playing a power chord or three, so the album packs a definite metal-rock punch. I mean, it’s fantastic, the whole thing.

The superbly-named “Shaft In Afghanistan” opens the album. Jackson’s guitar is on super-fucked mode, sounding like a cyclic tone. The rhythm section lays down a menacing, throbbing track, which Jackson and the sax & reeds proceed to riff over. Jackson soon leaves the actual “song” to the others, instead riffing and roaring with all manner of guitar sounds across the track. He’s everywhere, from wah-wah to thick distortion to cosmic fuzz. Things cool down three minutes in, but it’s only a fake-out; the track comes right back in. Jackson funks it up on wah-wah, with studio-tricked handclaps providing additional percussion. There's all sorts of electronic gimmickry on the album; this isn’t just some quickly recorded demo. This eventually calms down again into a sort of funky ambience – but it’s just another fake-out! The track rips right back up, the drums so superbly recorded (and no doubt closely-miked) that they seem to pound within the caverns of your skull.

“Arabian Fabian” (another great title!) comes in with total menace, until a faux-lite jazz tune pops up. Funky, proto-drum’n’bass drum kit and sax. But this soon becomes something altogether un-lite. Echoed murk creeps across the track, eerie wails, treated reeds, and dubbed-out sax bleats. Those close-up drums kick in and we’re in an altogether heavier, funkier groove. The first half of the track belongs to the Atrocity, with Jackson throwing in brief fills and licks on his mutated guitar. Things collapse into psychedelic ambience at the five-minute mark; free jazz with plinking guitar and tapped cymbal. But ominous guitar fuzz hovers in the distance, a starving wolf preparing to attack. John Carpenter keyboards arise and give the track even more of a horror-movie feel. But it’s a ruse; the piano takes over, playing a melancholy melody as the other instruments recede into the murk. This doesn’t last. Those ultra-loud drums kick the shit out of you again, jumping out of nowhere, and suddenly we’re into the strangest of strange: ambient free jazz with heavy metal drums. The track eventually wears itself out, descending back into the murk from whence it came.

“Available Bush” sounds like some early ‘90s industrial mash, with in-your-face drums and ripping and roaring Ministry-esque guitar. The track throbs on an off-kilter funk grove, Jackson heading the proceedings with the twists and turns of his guitar. The sax plays a faux-Middle Eastern counter-melody to his blasts and blares. The bassist throws in a few snake-like fills of his own, but his instrument sounds anemic compared to Jackson’s acidic distortion. This one humps along for seven minutes which quickly pass by, never establishing anything beyond that off-kilter groove, but never suffering for it.

“Tomato Reign” is the epic of the album, 16+ minutes of cosmic echo and free jazz. It crawls out of the murk in the opening moments, ethereal and disjointed fills from the assembled players. Things continue in this dubbed-out vein for a few minutes; nothing on the level of the Taj Mahal Travelers, but close…along the lines of the last half of Miles’ 1975 shows, when Cosey et al would let it all hang out in improvisatory bouts of experimental noise and abstraction. Pounding, tribal drums which pop out and then disappear. Bleated sax fills which float across the sound spectrum. Even animalistic grunts, growls, and screams from the group. This culminates in ultra-fucked guitar from Jackson, sounding again like some cyclic tone from hell, and then someone (a group member? a sample from some obscure film?) states in the calmest tones, “Fuck her. Let her rot.” A few more minutes of banging, echoed drums and bleating, mournful fills from the sax, and that’s it: the freest noise-skronk ever comes to a close.

“Let’s go!,” someone yells, and we’re straight into the pounding, pissed-off proto-metal of the title track, “Gout.” This is the rock version of the preceding track, another rhythmless excursion into all things free, only packing a wallop in the guitar distortion and overall menace. It pounds and snarls for six minutes, never finding a groove, preferring to live in its own sonic hellhole of chaotic din. Finally it builds to a climax of sorts, with a few final bashes on the drum kit, and the record’s over.

To be fair, you can see why Columbia refused to release this. Gout is the type of album you’d only find on some free jazz label or, if it was recorded today, some ultra-hip indie label. But Columbia in the mid-1970s? Releasing this groundless swell of jazz-metal ambience? Hard to believe. But those master tapes are out there, somewhere, as is the full story of what exactly happened to Art Jackson and his Atrocity. In the meantime, we can only listen to their one recorded album, and wonder.