Album review: Damon, Song of a Gypsy (Now Again)
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Your support makes all the difference.It’s become fashionable to dismiss the youth of the late 1960s as a bunch of happy-clappy tree-huggers. But the counter-culture of the counter-culture – see Forever Changes and, say, Crown of Creation – was always where the darker, more interesting music lurked.
Which brings us to this lost gem: a privately pressed (only 500 were made) psychedelic classic, original copies of which fetch more money on eBay than they could possibly be worth.
Sometimes enduringly genius, sometimes laughably of its time, but always sonically adventurous and, as would have been said at the time, far out. Your reaction to it will be informed by where you stand on the re-emergence of acts such as Shuggie Otis and Rodriguez. Me? I’m digging.
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