SPACEMEN 3 – SOUND OF CONFUSION

Mind Spells
by Ryex Whoever

I found this way back, hmmm maybe months ago, because somebody would not hold back. But of course, there are just some things one would be happy to oblige. On some days both would perhaps disagree. It's like feeling insanely sane for moments, for minutes if not hours. And there is just some music that comes and goes like boomerang, like Frisbees that’s being spun back, like an elastic band that’s pulled to hit across. And there is restlessly some music one does not want or need to listen to. Of course, it is up to the one playing it. And sometimes it’s best when one requests it to be played. While listening and writing about this music review, while it is not really a review, (an occupation of writing while playing music in the background), am not sure what to call this task. And I’m clearly getting this sense of bliss out of doing so, to no one apparently but for myself. You could describe Spacemen 3 as an alternative, post-punk, shoe gaze tribe. I should mention that they do sound a lot like J&MC. That voice and the guitar mix surely do sound just a little too distinct not to mention. Kindred spirits I suppose and the call of their time. Before, we, that includes you and I and everyone of course, especially in groups, we get to listen attentively as one. To some artist, to some musician that is playing on stage, in an auditorium, outside or wherever. And to get the point across from "who's who" who is at the helm of some kind of spell, or pressure to do so. And perhaps time and empathy has made us want to listen or even is forced to listen to or with, almost or even at times unconsciously aware of. To understand why it's made and sung for and if it is sung for fun or for pleasure or better yet again and again & again just something to waste time with. After listening to the whole album, I had this sense of longing. Just the same, it’s just a feeling, just a thought one does not need to take seriously of course. That sense of serendipity and that sense of being embraced by some invisible arms. The arms that moved the hands and the fingers that pull the strings forward, swing forth.