We're Late For Class

#7 Room 14 Suite

Here's a quickie weekday session tape called "Room 14 Suite." It's a four-parter that starts as we usually do. Just starting. Here's what started it. Rudy told us a story about a road trip he took last year. He was staying in the cheapest places he could. Early one morning he found a $21.99 room and took it. Turns out, it was a rental room, sold by the month or year, and the guy who normally had it was out of town. So, it was lived in, to say the least. Two beds, one under an air conditioner that was impossible to sleep under. When the cover was pulled back on the second bed it had dirt and tiny specks of debris. Rudy freaked. He couldn't stay here. But, he was stoned and had food with him and it was past 3am on a dark stretch of West Virginia. So he figures he'll eat first and sort matters out next. He opened a tub of pudding but couldn't find his road spoons. So he's rummaging around (since this is someone's efficiency) but finds no silverware. He does find a plastic spork in a wrapper, from a KFC or someplace. Cool. He found the guy's emergency spork, he thought, and immediately tore into it, and the pudding. As he's savoring the tapioca goodness, he's pondering his situation, figures he'll just split this place and eat the bucks, since he knew he couldn't sleep in it. He was, after all, stoned. Absentmindedly, as he's looking at his spork, he notices a discoloration on the backside. He peers closer and sees that... it's dried up food in a small groove on the back. In horror, he grabs the plastic covering and sees where he opened the top... then spots the bottom was already opened, too. Oh!... he found the guy's emergency spork, all right. His USED one! Rudy told this story with a flashlight under his chin.

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Suite A: Soiled Spork
Suite B: While Mackay's In The Loo (Again)
Suite C: Albert Ayler At Wattstax (4 Redins Goes Down)
Suite D: Horse Latitudes (For 3 Seconds)
(Total Time: 12:53)

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#6 '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

True story. The Vanilla Fudge flew out to the Fillmore West for a gig. When they arrived at the venue they saw Iron Butterfly during soundcheck. The Butterfly were polishing a new song they planned to premiere later that night - which the Fudge quietly laughed off as being an incompetent rip off of Pink Floyd's "Set The Controls For The Heart of The Sun." About that time, Bill Graham came along to tell them that, instead of closing the show, they'd be opening for Iron Butterfly since In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida just went Top 10. The Fudge were furious! Bad enough just getting dicked around, but... opening for Iron Butterfly was an insult that just would not stand. They threatened to walk, but Graham quickly reminded the guys he had a signed contract... and their return flight tickets. So, the Fudge skipped soundcheck altogether and even thought about skipping the gig entirely, when instead they showed up on time, at the very last minute, to take the stage. Foregoing their usual set, Vanilla Fudge played a one song show. Their own, improvised version of 'Set The Controls For The Heart of The Sun,' sounding amazingly like Iron Butterfly's soundcheck. Especially so, since the Fudge were actually imitating Iron Butterfly throughout the set, down to the simplistic riffs, tortuous droning and shiny Nehru jackets. During the show, the members of Butterfly began collecting in the wings and vile stares were silently exchanged between members of both bands. But the Fudge did not let up... not until their contracted 40 minute performance time (found in the "opener's" fine print) had expired. Afterwards, a fight broke out backstage between Doug Ingle and Carmine Appice. The Fudge picked up their check and caught the redeye back to NY. This 40 minute track is the music they played that night. Recorded live. Get stoned & comfy. No refunds.

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'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 (40:36)

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#5 Le Garrotte

Rudy brought refreshments for this session that had everybody paralyzed for hours. We recuperated and were just getting the levels together when we recorded "The King of A (Pt.1 #11)," which is like a warm up ritual. We thought about overdubbing the other players on top once they arrived, but nobody ever got around to it. Later, maybe. Early in the morning during the mixdown we fused two mixes of "Le Garrotte" to create "Le Nouveau Garrotte (Mash)." It badly needs 10 to 14 minutes taken out of it, but... what the fuck. As usual, we recommend getting spliffed and playing this stuff loud. Shelly says to stop writing about her, but we can't. Recorded live.

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Art Ought Six (a/k/a The Matador) (7:38)
The King Of A (Pt.1 #11) (11:04)
Le Nouveau Garrotte (Mash) (17:43)

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#4 Over The Astrodome

Shelly was the D.R. (Designated Roadie) for this weekend's sessions. Since doing this for over a year we've learned that we must have all the equipment up and running and ready to record before we get stoned. Hence the D.R. concept, which includes running errands and general servitude. Actually it was Shelly's idea way back when, this is just the first time she got stuck with the task (we use a politically charged straw/vote system). Everyone toked up and we checked out some new stuff, including a disc Kenny brought along with samples of the History Channel, which was the basis for the soundtrack to a German existential student art film we did (#8 - Soundtrack To A German Existential Student Art Film). Recorded live.

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1000 Islands (Two) (1:23)
Tommy Reese's DTs (Relapse) (11:42)

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#3 Galerienmusik

There was a light turnout for this session so we started messing around with ambient stuff and came up with this. There's more of it, too. But, you know how ambient stuff gets after a while. Anyway, it definitely fit the mood, which was herbacized and pizzafied exactly at the right temperature. We were going to call this Nautically Astounded, but nobody wrote it down so we forgot about it. We've been piping a low volume tape of this into Shelly's room every night for the last week while she's REMing @ 4am and she keeps wanting to hear it during the day. We're conducting more experiments. We ended up renaming this and giving it to The Cadence Art Gallery. One of the guys there said it weirds people out. We're trying to talk them into opening a "Projexts Room" so we could do some live recordings with those wood floors and high ceilings. Recorded live.

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Galerienmusik Pt. 1 (9:04)
Fukhausen (Excerpt) (2:22)
Galerienmusik Pt. 2 (14:22)
BONUS TRACK: STOLLE & MEMBER vs. WLFC In The Gallery (9:38)

About The Bonus Track...

Our pals Stolle & Member have "collaborated" with us! They used "Galerienmusik Pt. 2" as a bed and overdubbed some of their madness to create "In The Gallery," a meeting of minds that have never actually met. Get it here, and at S&M's emptyblaukraut blog, where you can check out all the cool stuff they do for free.

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#2 Vunderball Musik

One of the guys brought over George Harrison's Wonderwall Music, which we all got stoned to immediately. Highly recommended activity. Then we proceeded to hook up every gadget we had, even a turntable and the sampler, to record this... Vunderball Musik. Shelly keeps singing "L.A.Woman" after the 3 minute mark in "(Hand Me That) Revolutionary Coat," but she won't record it. Unfortunately, we don't have any prizes for those who can spot that track's source. Once we've got stuff to put on it, we'll edit this into some sorta shape.

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Vunderball Musik (5:08)
(Hand Me That) Revolutionary Coat (5:50)

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#1 08.14

This one was a party. A lot of different players showed up and we did a lot of recording. There were a bunch of styles bouncing around that day (and night and day), so more stuff will probably get posted from this session. We did some revising and took out two tracks to re-release a bit later. Just a way to shorten up the download time, tighten up the links and focus more on lengthy stoner jam singles and EPs instead of "albums." As for the cover, we think it's Shelly's brothers, but we're not sure. Recorded live.

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"Do You Have Any Insight On That" (0:15)
Wetton Research (8:58)
Cone Of Uncertainty (3:02)
Heroine Sheik (5:28)

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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.