The droning riff-ology of late-classic, stoner-boogie, proto-punk missing link, Hawkwind Space rock.
Robert Calvert can't really sing but he can do a mock-cabaret Bowie-esque sneer w/ diverting, apocalyptic charm: "Uncle Sam's on Mars," while people around here can't find enough to eat.
"Where's the action, where's the light"?! The kids are NOT alright but they want to know!
It's 1977. (Budding punk rockers taking notes.) Survivors of the counter culture driven to riotous interstellar overdrive; the religion of rocking out as its own reward. Boldly go where you were "born to go"; outta here (outta your inner space), into outer space, centered by a compulsively throbbing bass charging straight into the sun, chant, chant, into the "Spirit of the Age."
"Quark, Strangeness, & Charm & Uncle Sam's on Mars"--
"Spirit of the Age"--
Denouement: La Monte Young, "Composition 1960 No. 7"--
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