Hawkwind at the Roundhouse (3lp) Cherry Red Bredt721 - Still Sealed
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HAWKWIND 3LP
At the Roundhouse
Live at the Roundhouse, London, May 26th, 2017
Country of release: UK, 2018
Label: Cherry Red
Catalogue number: BREDT721
Bar code: 5013929172111
Gatefold sleeve/gatefold sleeve: Yes/Yes (triple-fold-out)
Printed Innersleeves
Includes free poster
Condition Records: MINT
Condition cover: MINT
LP is still sealed / LP IS STILL SEALED !!!
Tracks Side 1:
1 ascent (5:49)
2. We took the wrong step years ago (3:25)
3. The Watcher (4:55
Tracks Side 2:
1. Born to go (12:13)
2. first landing (2:17)
3. You better believe it (8:30)
Tracks Side 3:1. Earthbound (1:21)
2. Have you Lakes them (7:06)
3. Vegan lunch (7:50)
Tracks Side 4:
1. Steppenwolf (10:26)
2. dark country (3:47)
3. Magnu (5:11)
4. Golden void (4:09)
Tracks Side 5:
1 Synchronized blue (11:14)
2. Deep cavern (2:03)
3. Into the Woods (7:02)
Tracks Side 6:
1. The machine (10:12)
2. welcome (2:15)
3. Brainbox pollution (7:26)
4. Silver machine (6:29)
Lists at YouTube:
https://www.YouTube.com/watch?v=WvZI-HtShxA
https://www.YouTube.com/watch?v=eCObllTfz4w
https://www.YouTube.com/watch?v=-nA0r2Y6XUY
https://www.YouTube.com/watch?v=XTvxAb91ZCc
Gawd bless ' em. It's safe to say that Hawkwind can now be classified as a national treasure, and now they've gone and given US just what we wanted (). After a run of quality double live album culminating in this years 'Into the Woods', we are treated to 'at the Roundhouse', a CD/DVD(3LP) of last May's triumphant return to London's famous underground venue, some 40 years since the band last played there (supported by a certain young band called Motorhead) and 45 years since they restringsd 'Silver Machine' at the very same venue.
It all starts in typically shambolic fashion, Dave Brock (now 75!) rambling and threatening the crowd with "quiet acoustic music"...and that, for a 3 song mini set, is exactly what we get! And, remarkably, it works! coming on like a crusty Fairport Convention, the first 15 minutes sounds like it should be played in a field somewhere, with everyone sat around on open fire. A wonderful sense of community is evoked amide the acoustic guitars, tambourines and tree-hugging hippy dippyness.
And then we're off. The guitars are plugged in, the cosmic, spacey keyboard effects commence and we blast off into a 12 minute ' born to go'. Space rock engulfs US and the trippy drone gets increasingly heavy, man. The bass sounds immense and a free jazz sax joins the melee. Hawkwind doing what can only Hawkwind. Hopefully no one what booked to play the Roundhouse the next day ' cos this sounded like it what never going to end.
And, of course, it wouldn't be a Hawkwind gig without some pretentious spoken word utopian sci-fi poetry. But fear not, we quickly return to the incense-fuelled chugging - the likes of which hasn't been in vogue since 1971, replete with a guitar solo that lasts for several days. In many ways Hawkwind are our grateful dead - long gigs, much chemically enhanced jamming, far out light shows and a faithful, ' follow them ' til they stop moving' fanbase. Brock is our Garcia, our captain trips.
' Have You Lakes them' takes US back to nature, man, and offers US "glimpses of the kind of woodland"...and a reef that's probably been going on since of 1975 while one suspects Brock's tongue may have been firmly planted in his cheek for the 9 minute, ' small faces on 'shrooms' whimsy of ' vegan Lunch '.
And on it rambles, epic jams only this band interspersed with letter, almost ambient interludes, the mood being set in a way can. The 11 plus minutes of 'Synchronized Blue' maintain a relentless pace, almost descending into chaos as the guitars and bleeps battle for the upper hand. 'Into The Woods' boasts a mammoth psyche reef of that drags Hawkwind kicking, screaming, smoking and mumbling into the 21st century. Songs from 'Woods' and previous album ' the machine stops' sit very well together...and last a very long time, the gig is threatening to become a "be in".
Finally (about a week later) we reach the encores. Phil Campbell joins the band to tear through the beach boys on acid-cosmic rock of "Brainbox pollution" and a joyous, celebratory reading of the obligatory 'Silver Machine' - it's psyche biker (psycher?) rock reef still defines the genre. It out finish it a glorious Reef and surely Lemmy is looking on, smiling approvingly.
What the fuck, man, it's Hawkwind. It's decades down the road, you're either going to buy this or not. And if you are, if you're a fan, it's pure manna from heaven. Just don't forget to drape scarves over your lamps and fire up...man. (Gary ' patchouli Cordwell/themidlandsrocks.com)
Dave Brock - guitar, vocals, synth, effects
Richard Chadwick - Drums, Vocals
Haz Wheaton - bass
Mr DIBs – vocals, synth
Magnus Martin - keyboards, acoustic guitar
Michal SOSNA - saxophone
&
Phil Campbell - guitar (track 19, 20)
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