CLanGA LaNgA-------Hey Man, Shovel the Aboriginal BE Bop of the World!!!!

BER! BER! BER! BA BER! The crunching power chords that introduce The Creations’ “Making Time” to the world sum up this box better than anyone with a pen (or computer) could. The sound of breaking away and running in the streets and yelling at the top of your lungs is expressed in these chords and that is what this (the?) music is all about.

You know the whole cliched, rock n roll fairy tale. A bunch of long haired teenagers gather in a garage, with beer or joints or whatever, and play three chords over and over, dreaming of fame and money and such. It’s a beautiful thing that was ruined by a bunch of sh*thead critics who waxed nostalgic about it because they never had any fun during their youth. Kids read this and figured out that they could play three chords and get tons of publicity because they played “badly” and all this bullsh*t and the whole thing was ruined by ultra-ironic outfits that made sure that none of their songs had more than three chords in them (for they’d lose their critics, who’d label them as “pretentious”). This is the music that inspired all that nonsense, meaning it actually precedes it, which actually has passion and soul. The kids playing on these records tried to play as best they could (passion) and that is why they sound way the f*ck better than all those blowhard “ironic” garage bands.

And don’t make the assumption that all of these songs are three chord head bashers. The music on here is as varied as any other set you’re bound to find. Proto-prog rock, Mod pop, Psychedelica, Soul, Avant Garde, Blues, Power Pop, Lounge, Folk Rock, Novelty Items and The Unknown all play out in this box and are often much more interesting than the headbashers. Nothing against them, for there are a number of kick a*s rawkers that’ll fuzz you to Hell (“Making Time”, “125”, “Children Of The Sun” etc…) but variety is the spice of life (bwa ha ha) and rock is more than three chords (don’t tell some people this, you wouldn’t want to blow their f*ckin head off). The virgin beauty of “It’s A Sin To Go Away” is almost sacred or ancient in its majesty, a child having seen a thousand lifetimes. It comes and fades like childhood dreams and innocence…slowly trickling into reality with the sense of awe one had coming into this world dying.

I’m sorry. I can’t believe I wrote that either. The box comes with a dopey wope book that’ll make all the kiddies scream “Colors, Colors….Man I Need Some Scrunt!” and has all sortsa dirt on the bands and the records (two-in-one!) with all these great publicity photos of greasy scumbag 60’s kids, wondering if their bangs are reaching their eyes for that ultra cuul effect.

Basically, buy this for the kids and hope to god they don’t grow to be snoozy studiohack jazz guitarists. TROGGS FOREVER!!!!!