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#70 "8 Gigs In Kingston - The Complete We're Late For Class" (USB Flash Drive)

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Our catalog is officially out of control. This "complete" USB Flash Drive release first began as 4 Gigs In Kingston, but has exponentially expanded into a behemoth we're now forced to call, 8 Gigs In Kingston. As before, it contains the entire We're Late For Class catalog - almost two days worth of so-called "music," designed to soundtrack your blissed-out mindset (or... up the ante on your ongoing audio wars with the neighbors) - all on a single 16 GIG 3.0 SE9 G2 Kingston Data Traveler USB Drive. Every track available on this blog (and even one track that isn't). This collection (all @320) comes with a Rich Text File containing all the artwork and text found in this blog's nooks and crannies - including... all of our numbered releases, our ongoing soundseries, even alternate personas (aka Art Jackson's Atrocity, The Manipulationators & The Avant Guard) and... "Pregnant Tight Rope Walker In Santa Ana," a track that only appeared on an offsite compilation album. ~~Such a deal at $16.99, plus $3.92 Media Mail shipping (USA SHIPPING ONLY! )~~. The good news is that (for a while anyway) you'll get an extra 8 gigs of free space, which is probably more valuable than the chaotic 8 gigs we're hawking here. After we foot the bill for the drive, Paypal fees and sundry expenses, we'll probably wind up with a six-pack of imported brew for ourselves - which we're confident you'd happily treat us to if we ever came over to your house to play. And, in a way we are... in the form of a discreet Media Mail package, shipped within 24 hours (except weekends & holidays). Can you beat that? If we sell enough of these, we might even buy a van and tour. Then we just might show up at your place to hang out long enough to empty the fridge. That's cool, right?

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#69 Space

“Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.” ― Kafka On The Shore

Listen:
Space (35:33)
The Orchestrated Art (6:05)

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#68 The Tim Leary Seance Experience

This was actually our 5th seance. The first, an attempt to contact Screaming Jay Hawkins, resulted in massive property damage and some outstanding fines and liens that have yet to be satisfied. Our next attempt had better results, and was released as #30 The Jim Morrison Seance Tapes. After that, we tried to communicate with Captain Beefheart, but that didn’t pan out, and we found out the hard way that our seance with Courtney Love was... uh, premature. Of course, we’re confident that our spiritual guide, Madame Jodi, really does make contact with the people we’re paying her to find... and she’s not just downloading old voice tapes from the internet and passing them off as new spiritual connections. But we noticed she does always demand payment up front. Just like our Jim Morrison seance release, we’re also offering an instrumental version of the proceedings, minus the good Doctor, just in case you're one of those who aren’t buying into the whole seance premise in the first place. Frankly, we can't blame you.

Listen:

The Tim Leary Seance Experience (Comet Watchers) (22.50)
The Tim Leary Seance Experience (Instrumental) (22.50)

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#67 VGER

Reconstructed through highly advanced technologies as a vast space-faring artificial organism, VGER was augmented with a three-dimensional data collection and storing apparatus magnitudes beyond anything previously known to Federation science. Likewise providing it with effectively immeasurable defensive and sensory capabilities, the inhabitants of the machine planet gave VGER the ability to fulfill its programming in a far more complete fashion than the scientists who originally built and launched the vessel at its core ever imagined. Recorded live and made up on the spot. As if you couldn't tell.

Listen

Tuning (0:27)
VGER Love Theme / VGER (10:38)
VGER VEGR (11:54)

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#66 Jazz From Outer Space, Vol. 2

So it is written, that in this, the year of our Lord, we reconvened to celebrate the 4 year anniversary of "The Premiere And Final Performance Of Jazz From Outer Space" (#35), a ten minute shock to the nervous system that should have ended the possibility of any future encores. Well, this Jazz From Outer Space music has nothing to do with the first Jazz From Outer Space. We just thought we'd toss another "series," or marketable brand, up against the wall and see if it sticks. You never know, one of Johnny Depp's or Tom Hanks' daughters might tweet "those Jazz From Outer Space guys are cool," and we'll become internet sensations, able to call our own shots at the next Comic-Con... or maybe, some Westinghouse Appliance Trade Show Convention gig.

Listen

Audacious (9:11)
The Original King Heroin (8:06)
I Know (6:15)

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#65 The Insect Year

Wouldn't it be something if - for all our talk about aliens, other worlds and UFOs, etc. - we had already been invaded by beings from other planets. But they were only able to multiply enough to shift the balance of our eco-system, not take over mankind. I mean... look at the guy on the cover. He's clearly a together kinda guy, an intelligent creature, who also carries an elaborate set of built-in tools to help him analyze and survive the hostile world around him. He looks like he might even be a Commander of something. What we're putting forth is the proposition that we are already living amongst alien beings, just as shrewd and just as talented, that are ruling entire parts of the planet - whether inches under the ground, deep beneath the sea or floating in the air. One day they'll take over... that's sort of what the title track is all about. Kneel before your future leaders.

Listen

The Insect Year (Full Blown) (6:07)
Fake Skim One (3:06)
The Insect Year (Thawed) (6:26)

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#64 The Year Of The Snake

We were going to call it The Year Of The Cat. But, when the news hit the trade magazines, we got a call from Al Stewart's management threatening us with a "whazoo-sized lawsuit." Our mouthpieces talked to their mouthpieces, but nothing substantial was coming from the all night meetings, which were growing strained as the February 10th release date neared. That's when Al Stewart himself walked in, dressed in white and wearing a little too much makeup. He said he was suspicious of his lawyers' outrageous bills and decided to "drop in and see how my money's being spent." After listening to the pros and cons of the legal predicament for a few minutes, Stewart stood up and said he didn't care one way or the other about the title, but that we should keep in mind that on Feb 10th, after the new moon enters Aquarius, the Chinese Zodiac was ushering in the Year of the Snake, and we should probably consider that title instead. "The monkey is the only animal that really knows how to handle the snake," he said... cryptically. So, we followed Al's advice.

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The Snake (11:52)

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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.

#70 "8 Gigs In Kingston - The Complete We're Late For Class" (USB Flash Drive)

8 Gigs In Kingston The Complete We're Late For Class USB 16GB 3.0 FLASH DRIVE Only $16.99 + $3.92 Shipping (USA SHIP ONLY!)

#69 Space

#68 The Tim Leary Seance Experience

#67 VGER

#66 Jazz From Outer Space, Vol. 2

#65 The Insect Year

#64 The Year Of The Snake

8 Gigs In Kingston
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