A back-channel email discussion among the B-E editors surrounding the new Love is the Song We Sing: San Francisco Nuggets 1965-70 box led us to this MySpace, administered by a like-minded 1960s garage-rock aficianado that understands the tangled web of musicology that leads punk and 1980s power-pop fans back to this more delicious, primordial musical ooze that sounds staticky and crappy.
Like, staticky and crappy for the right reasons, not because some 2007 studio whiz is trying to replicate 1960s garage-rock records because today’s recordings sound so sterile, perfect, and–dare I say it?–dead.
This is obscure Pop with a capital P. It’s the stuff that deejays of the era passed over because there wasn’t enough payola. It’s beautiful, undiscovered (by the mass market) music, and the Nuggets-Rubble-Pebbles CD compilation franchises rightfully restore to the great library of songs released to retail. But be warned, if you go down this path: If Nuggets is opium, the Pebbles and Rubble sets are heroin. Once you’re in it, there is no way out–as this architect of this MySpace is walking proof.
