1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die: 116. The Incredible String Band – The Hangman’s Beautiful Daughter (1968)
Another album where the cover and title deceived me. I was expecting maybe a return to country music, but this is more avant-garde, early prog stuff (labelled on Wikipedia as acid folk). The Minotaur’s Song answers the never-asked question of what it would be like if Gilbert and Sullivan dropped acid (“I’m the original discriminating buffalo-man/ I do what’s bad whenever I can”). Other tracks are even stranger, wandering musings on life and spirituality, amoebas and water, played on a collection of odd assorted instruments among which are sitar, harpsichord, pan pipes and dulcimer.
Lead singer and musician Robin Williamson
(not to be confused with Robin Williams, but sharing a similar penchant for
free-form maundering) has a bit of a droning, nasal voice which I found kind of
wearing after a while; I think the songs might be better if sung by somebody
else. It reminded me naggingly of somebody else, with Scottish chanted/spoken
vocals over a harmonium, like a hippy Methodist service. I think perhaps it was
comedian/musician Ivor Cutler that I was thinking of.
Strangely eclectic and wonderfully bizarre,
especially the suite of music called A Very Cellular Song. I don’t think it’s something
I’ll rush back to, but it’s also an album that I will remember for a long time.
I was pondering this, and which of the 115 previous albums I have much
recollection of, and it tends to be the oddball and novel that stand out. I
couldn’t, for example, name any song from the Everly Brothers album, but I can
remember most from, say Nina Simone or Charles Mingus. Pleasant and tuneful is good
(I think this would be terrible torture if *all* of the albums were like Mingus
or Zappa), you need the unusual as well.
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