THE PRESIDENT'S TAPES
(Flicknife Sharp 03 1)**** (four stars.. that's one short of 5 ..which is tops!)
The last time I saw Nik Turner was at the Stonehenge non-festival this summer. Just settling into my first hour's sleep for a couple of days, I was disturbed by someone treading heavily on my leg. I mustered up the energy to raise an eyelid, to be greeted by Mr Turner's features leering at me through the gloom.
"'Ere," he inquired. "Do you know where I put my saxophone?"
Well, I'm glad he found it, or he may not have come up with such a wiggy-brilliant album as this.
Nik and the rest of ICU have cut their punk muscle and deranged anarcho-frills into a meaty, tempting sandwich, a psyche-rock epic Motorhead and Husker Du boiled in a pot of mushroom tea.
However, while they're still crawling through 'The World Of LSD' or asking 'Stonehenge: Who Knows?', it's certainly no go on the breaking new barriers front, but I shouldn't think they care. Neither do I.
"Sounds like Jethro Tull," wisecracks my business colleague and light of my life. It doesn't, believe me.
Neil Perry - Sounds