You Won't Remember Dying in Bloomington, MN

The ongoing efforts of record collectors and rock & roll archivists from the mid-'70s onward suggests that nearly every American city of any size had at least one band that was too weird for the locals in the '60s and/or '70s, and in Kansas City, Kansas, that honor was proudly held by
Bulbous Creation
. In addition to having a name that either sounds like a joke or something
Robert Pollard
would have coined for one of his
Guided by Voices
Suitcase
tracks,
's compelling eccentricity is confirmed by the eight-song album the group recorded one day in 1971, not long before they broke up, insuring the band's magnum opus would not be heard for decades. (The album sat unreleased for years until it was given an unauthorized release in 1995, with
the Numero Group
finally pressing a band-approved version in 2014.) In many respects,
sound like a bent but reasonably typical rock band of the day on
You Won't Remember Dying
; the melodies evoke a time when psychedelia was drifting out of consciousness and tougher hard rock sounds were taking their place, and both are clearly part of
's aural formula. Guitarist
Alan Lewis
was presumably familiar with
Tony Iommi
's style, but rather than create a crushing wall of riffs like
Black Sabbath
,
Lewis
left enough open space to make the songs feel spare and evoke a feeling of vague dread. Bassist
Jim "Bugs" Wine
and drummer
Chuck Horstmann
similarly held down the rhythms while giving themselves lots of breathing room, which left plenty of space for vocalist and songwriter
Paul Parkinson
, a bitter semi-hippie moralist who offers up fearlessly doomstruck poetry about drugs ("Hooked"), war ("Fever Machine Man"), God's judgment ("Under the Black Sun"), and Satanism ("Satan" -- no one said the guy was subtle). Since finances dictated that
's album be recorded in a single day,
sounds more like a demo than a finished product, but the band's merger of the trippy and the heavy still communicates clearly, and
Parkinson
's dramatic lyrics are evocative and full of fury that seemingly embraces and rejects the counterculture at the same time.
was doubtless a bit much for the kids in Kansas City, Kansas in 1971, but decades later, this band sounds like they could have been onto something rather remarkable, especially if they'd had more time and better help in the studio; as it is, this is still an utterly fascinating artifact of a shadowy period in the freak scene. ~ Mark Deming