Take some heavy, heavy riffing, mix in some psychedelic rock and then add some delicate funk.
That's what we got at the studios the other night... not in our room but in the chillout area. We being the Monkey Fingers rhythm section. We had nothing much to do, while we were waiting for the vocalists to finish recording their tracks, but hang out — and listen to the sounds blasting out of three other rooms.
From one: industrial bass, guitar and drums that sounded like the awakening of a monstrous beast. From another: far-out hippie guitar noodling and a crazed voice. From the third: cool keyboards and great grooves.
The strange thing is that although sometimes it was a cacophonous sound storm, for much of the time that we sat and listened it actually meshed together really well: a battle of the bands that ended with everyone playing on the same side. Chaos — and yet somehow a bizarre intelligence at work. It could have been a piece of vintage Frank Zappa.
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