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The album cover was altered to say Wendy after Carlos underwent sex reassignment surgery. Note that cartoon Carlos is still male.

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There are a lot of tasty fun facts about Walter Carlos. First off, he was the she that composed the Clockwork Orange soundtrack. The second is that Walter, later Wendy, is the only Father and Mother of Electronic Music. However, the most mysterious tid bit that stuck out in the hard-hitting Wikipedia article about Carlos was two curious words: Faraday Cage.

"Scientist" in a tiny, tiny Faraday Cage.

Scientific pursuits for the benefit of mankind.

A Faraday Cage is a special room that’s typically used to protect electronic devices such as industrial computer equipment from outside sources of electronic interence like lightning strikes or power surges. The Faraday Cage comes in handy for NASA when maintaining Tom Hanks’ neuronet processor during his bi-annual checkup. And, as the previous photo illustrates, it’s critical for protecting fedora-donning dumb dumbs from homemade tesla coils.

As any audiophile will tell you, the foundation of solid sound is clean electricity. Improper grounding and interference from appliances sucking your Jiggawatts can really throw a monkeybone into gears of the best-planned stereo system.

One of my apartments in Clifton during my college days had ungrounded outlets. This really played havoc on my home theater’s subwoofer by causing the most terrible buzzthumping. The only remedy was continually lassoing the connective cable around my apartment until it meshed with the friendly electromagnetic frequency of the day. Or something like that.

Getty Images just spit in your mom's hair. Pictured is Walter pre-op.

On her website Carlos’ explains how her NYC neighbor’s mood lighting would mess with her home studio recordings:

Oh, yes, those are the remote controls for the various tape machines that you see on the far left, and just above, on the meter housing for the console, is a pair of Phase Linear Autocorrelators. These were a pretty decent single ended noise reduction devices that we had to use during the late 70′s due to power buzzes that came from the light dimmers in the brownstone next door (not amusing). I’d nearly forgotten about that nightmare, since (as I just mentioned) the console is now immune to such things, and the new studio, in being a genuine Faraday Cage (conductive walls, ceiling and floor, tied to common ground) is truly free from essentially all external signal contaminants. 

Carlos' Frankensteinian Sound Cruncher

Just imagine Wendy flipping her shit as she went through countless wires trying to figure out which one was the harbinger of the dreaded analog buzz. However, she couldn’t freak out too hard because violent convulsions might, ahem, rip out the stiches that kept her womanhood roaring.

So basically Carlos was and is a mad scientist. She still toils her hours away by torturing electronic equipment into screaming the desired tone in her gigantic, eletronically-inert box. But we shouldn’t fear her for, as you will see after listening to By Request, the ends justify the end. And that’s always what’s most important…right?

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Tracklist

A1 Three Dances From “Nutcracker Suite” 5:20
A2 Dialogues For Piano And 2 Loudspeakers 4:00
A3 Episodes For Piano And Electronic Sound 5:50
A4 Geodesic Dance (Electronic Etude) 3:21
A5 Brandenburg Concerto No. 2 In F Major 5:50
B1 “Little” Fugue In G Minor 3:44
B2 What’s New, Pussycat? 2:05
B3 Eleanor Rigby 2:06
B4 Wedding March 1:12
B5 Pompous Circumstances 12:00

 

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Download link removed at the record label’s request, but you can purchase this album here!

This is a throwback selection of tracks from a hand-picked collection of 70′s porn flicks. The record label contests that this disc ”is  much more than your stereotypical ‘whacka-chicka’ music.” The record’s style does vary throughout the disc but continually embraces the lovers’ randy n’ dandy. It’llalso bring solo males to a state of maximum plumpage during their matinée viewing of equal parts deep penetration and moist pube lube.

The titles of these tracks and the movies in which they played in are simply hilarious:

SIDE A
01. Grateful Head (from “Jaynee’s Woodstock Adventure”)
02. In My El Camino (from “The Beaver Hunter”)
03. Gus On The Bus (from “The Traveling Salesman”)
04. Sweet Juices (from “Honeydew”)
05. Special Delivery (from “Lonely Mrs. Johnson”)

SIDE B
01. Dr. Mann’s Prescription (from “Insatiable”)
02. Do You Dance? (from “Right of Passage”)
03. O (from “The Story of Y”)
04. Carma’s Theme (from “Studio 69”)
05. Malibu High (from “Ride Me Like A Wave”)
06. Two Is Better Than One (from “Rosemary Cloney”)

I can’t imagine what it must have been like being a porn enthusiast back in the day. True aficionados were really dedicated to the cause because it wasn’t just a keyword, a click and presto: titties all up in your face . No, no, no these men had to make their way downtown or to the closest highway off ramp and visit a theatre built explicitly for X-rated films. In this theatre of sin they sat in crusty seats with a gang of other creeps and watched “The Beaver Hunter.” It was a team effort with plenty of side-glancing and glad-handing.

I wonder if the porno patrons would get popcorn for the movie. Just imagine how hard it would be to balance a tub of popcorn on your lap with one hand while you’re playing a furious game of pocket pool with the other. You’d spill it all over your lap, you’d have grease stains soaking your nice baby blue leisure suite…Jesus, how embarrassing. Well, if you split a bucket with a friend it wouldn’t be so bad. Just wedge that monster tub right between the outside of his and your thighs and really dig in as a pair. Only trouble is you’d have to match a lefty with a righty and that’s a whole other story right there.

God, what it must have smelled like in there. All those mustachioed, tinted-prescription glasses-wearing hombres workin’ up a deep sweat. Tricklin’ sweat all over that poorly ventilated theatre with a roof which most likely leaked just as bad as its patrons. Mildewed carpet, mildewed walls, mildewed man parts. Oh, the humanity.

Hopefully this video, sans music from the throbbin’ record, will get your mind off of the aroma of dewy man sack that’s being deepthroated by cheap polyester seat cushions.

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Track List

A1 – Version 1 (6:08)

A2 – A.W. Sonic (11:06)

B1 – Sputnik (2:55)

B2 – Down The Elements (16:52)

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Feel the Goblins.

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***The MP3s are now a totally new rip. I did a better job cleaning the record up both physically and digitally this time around. I think you’ll be pleased with the bombastic Japanese sound. Thanks for listening.***

Here’s an album cover which immediately presents questions. Mainly that question is, “What the hell is happening to that fabulous Japanese man?”

First, let’s examine the title: Rainbow Goblins Story.  I’m not entirely sure what a Rainbow Goblin is or which intoxicant might hasten said Goblin’s arrival.  All I know is that I want to experience whatever Rainbow Gobglasm Takanaka’s experiencing in 12″ x 12″ glory.  So, I’m going to imagine that Rainbow Goblins are prismatic creatures that explode from the temporal lobe of chronic magic mushroom abusers. After all, shrooms were completely legal in Japan when this album was recorded.

However, this hypothesis poses a serious problem. There is a complete lack of giggling throughout the entirety of this live recording, which makes shroom usage questionable. The audience at Budokan might be the most polite, and suspiciously sober, group of spectators to ever enjoy a rockin’ symphonic trip through a deliciously technicolor daydream.  There’s no whistling, no cheering, no “OH MY GOD, MASAYOSHI, THIS GLOWING GOBLIN IS GOBBLING MY NOGGIN…MAKE IT STOP!” anywhere. ANYWHERE.

Well, “Takanaka!” may have been yelled once by a single raucous gentleman throughout the entire recording. Rest assured that this ruffian was forced to perform seppuku in the Budokan’s lost and found by the shadowy Budokan Suicide Squad.

Budokan Arena

Budokan Arena: Goblin Breeding Ground Zero

This album, in true Japanese fashion, is all about precision. Precise like a Seiko Chronograph. Now, that doesn’t mean that it’s a creamy stroll through Goblin Country, accompanied by buttery guitar strumming.  No, Masayoshi Takanaka shreds hard. Really fucking hard. You could bake a chicken pot pie to Takana’s Ax. But good luck finding a single note that’s out of time or out of tune. Every pluck falls in line like a good little Japanese note should.

Rainbow Goblins Story‘s a constant barrage of super-precise, super-fast, super-banzai rocking accompanied by a full crew of strings, synth, and a full cast of percussion. And, if my eyes can actually believe the video at the bottom of this post, Takanaka and his homeboys performed the whole concert wearing goddamn, NCAA mascot-sized goblin masks. I can’t even deal with that.

My only gripe is that there wasn’t an NES game based on this album.  It would have made a most triumphant 8-bit score.

Here’s the album:

Side 1

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1. Prologue

2. Once Upon a Song

3. Seven Goblins

4. The Sunset Valley

5. The Moon Rose

6. Soon

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1. Thunderstorm

2. Rising Arch

3. Plumed Bird

4. You can Never Come to This Place

This just made me pee my pants:

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