629. windshield wiper

The Enigmas are the great Vancouver band of the early-mid 1980s that most folks seem to have never heard of. They had the whole 60s garage-psyche thing more than just down – they actually transported you there, not so much back in time as into a whole other dimension that was tighter than punk and/or hardcore, and sexier, but every bit as hard and fast. If a proper recording existed of their umpteen minute live version of the Count Five’s Psychotic Reaction, it would be way up near the top of this list. As for the Windshield Wiper, it’s a dance. The record even came with a diagram.

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774. starship

In which the legendary MC5 kick things so hard, loud and superlative that the very rules of physics break down, all known boundaries of space and time dissolve, music and noise fuse as a higher sonic form, Sun Ra‘s starship is encountered roughly halfway to Jupiter (or perhaps Africa), and entire galaxies are set blissfully free.

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776. 7 and 7 is

Love were already on their second album by 1966, and hitting their timeless stride. Of course, being only seven years old at the time, I was more into the Monkees, Herb Alpert and Peter Paul + Mary, so I’d have to wait thirty years before I could declare that 7 and 7 was a pretty much perfect chunk of garage psychedelia – short, sharp, smart, and with a nice explosion at the end.” (Philip Random)

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943. house of the rising sun

“They released a few albums and a pile of singles, but for me Frijid Pink will always be just the one thing – that band whose full roar garage take on House of the Rising Sun was (short of Jimi Hendrix) the heaviest thing ever heard on AM pop radio back in that strange, extended season of stormy and endless summer that happened somewhere between 1969 and 1972 (the rear view is always confusing).” (Philip Random)

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1077. Mr Oil Man

Jarvis Street Revue stumbled out of Thunder Bay, Ontario in the late 1960s, not that many noticed. I certainly didn’t. But a song as long and weird and serious as the title track of their only album Mr. Oil Man was always going to find me, I figure. The environment is f***ed and The Man is to blame. Same as it ever was, and here we all still are. I don’t know if that’s cause for hope or despair. Probably a little of both.” (Philip Random)