The tune I bring you today is one of those tracks that I first encountered on a CD back in the day and had to track down on vinyl, eventually finding an Italian issue of the 45.
The song in question is one of the finest examples of Canned Heat’s far-out-itude, ‘Poor Moon’.
Recorded around the time of the album ‘Hallelujah’, yet only ever being issued as a 45 track, (flipped with the ‘Hallelujah’ track ‘Sic Em Pigs’), ‘Poor Moon’ is Al Wilson’s look at what might happen to the (actual) moon were it to be misused by earthlings as a nuclear test site/and or garbage dump.
What is especially groovy about ‘Poor Moon’ is the fact that it initially gives off a psychedelic vibe (it is wonderfully stoney, no matter what) but when you dig in you realize that what your listening to is an old-school blues drone with a little bit of amphetamine fortification, which, of course, Canned Heat was especially good at.
I love it because like ‘Time Was’ on ‘Hallelujah’, ‘Poor Moon’ carries a kind of gentle melancholy in its bones, like, ‘The hippy thing is better than living at home with my parents, but the lentils every morning and the mud between my toes is starting to get on my nerves.’
So, there’s that.
I hope you dig it, and I’ll see you all next week.
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