Organic Is Orgasmic - As We Speak Of Space And Wisdom (2011) (Full Album)
Organic is Orgasmic ‘as we speak of space and wisdom’ (Flower Punk Records). In truth one of the finest releases we’ve heard all year and certainly one of the finest to have come via our earshot since we all inherit the moon - it has admittedly been on constant rotate since being picked up by our listening radar a week or three ago. From what we can gather Organic is Orgasmic appear to be a 9 piece collective based in St Peterburg’s with this their debut full length out now via the flower punk imprint. They loosely describe their sound as experimental cosmic ambient drone with fuzz noise psychedelic additives and in truth their not far wrong for this 7 track opus reveals something of a nocturnally prowling pan galactic primal prog jazz stew which admirers of the likes of Ozric Tentacles, Magic Mushroom Band (especially on the kookily arabesque and sultry mind melting prog psych jam ‘the ghost of Kubla Khan‘ - Enid meets Jah Wobble‘s Invaders of the Heart anyone), Black Star Liner and the Moonflowers should be dropping all and tuning into without a moments haste as should freak emporium consumers who bought into any number of Delirium celebrated ensembles of the 90’s.
Utilising spacious star hugging overtures and equipping them with murmuring meditative mirages, organic is orgasmic have crafted a truly cerebral affair, sveltely tailored saxophones lilt in harmony with church toned organ intones their union instilling and inscribing a deeply alluring reverence and the kind workmanship classicism afforded to an early 70’s musical landscape surveyed by men in beards and occasionally by some truly out there freak beat moments wherein the occasional spike of primitively grizzled blues blow outs momentarily ripple and disappear. Here the melodies are curvaceous and beset with a familiar retro texture are dimpled with a poise and majesty more becoming of some Floydian flight embarked upon by Amon Dull II or Tangerine Dream - the case borne out by the panoramic opener ‘at the dawn of man’ and ‘lifeless void’ the latter being cajoled and trimmed in all manner of watery shimmers and possessed of a regality and an artistic armoury that tailgates the vapour trails of a beatnik offspring of goblin and White Noise.
