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Over 40 years later...
The Pussywarmers come from Switzerland, singer Réka from Hungary, and the music probably comes from a tape that the BEATLES left lying around while high. From the very first minute, the band cheerfully meanders through ten colorful psychedelic pieces, absolutely skillfully and never unlistenable weird. The songs are pure 60s pop, only they sound as if they were recorded underwater or through a galactic wormhole, through which colorful little clouds and unicorns fly. The instrumentation is also experimental in the best BEACH BOYS tradition, as I had not previously known about the existence of a special organ called the Optigan, which seems to represent an early form of the sampler. Banjo, double bass, trombone, everything flows together and joyfully flies through the floral world. Fortunately, I couldn't hear a sitar in the 32 minutes either, thanks again to Krishna or whoever. The cat-friendly Swiss probably don't take themselves so seriously that they feel the need to enlighten their listeners through such measures. However, in my opinion, they miss the chance to sufficiently bring their beautiful melodies to the forefront here and there, as these ultimately get overshadowed by the continuously spacey sound. There are one or two pop gems included, but you have to listen carefully to pick them out. So while the whole thing remains pleasant, it lacks real highlights. Hats off to the endeavor of bringing such a historical style into the present; once this band confidently showcases its strengths, it could become an exciting journey.
