Typer At The Gates Of Dawn

Hail Voyagers! We are indeed alive and, well, yes. Alive and thriving as it were. A veritable storm swirling unseen behind this mirage of sanity that is Trip Inside This House!

But enough of us. We're onto something here and sharing is what we do best when it comes to shining a beacon on the unsung, should-be-sung, and will-be-sung. And that's just what brings me here today. A new installment of Typer At The Gates Of Dawn! The gist: bring in a friend who's music-obsession has fueled many conversations, debates, & listening sessions, and let them wax lovingly about a record which may be shunned by the masses. We've just such a friend today. I've known him for eight years now I think and I've held him in the highest esteem when it comes to music knowledge, (especially the obscure.) His record collection boggles. So, let's let him boggle us, shall we? Here's the always-enigmatic, strangely strange music savant Casetta to turn us on:


Hey there! Yeah you there, mister n’ missy tripping out to the Animal Collective. Drop what you are doing and turn down the bleepity bleep and listen up. I got something to say that might change your world. I am going to take you to a place where space and time meet, a spot where the moon and stars achieve cosmic orgasm. Wheeee! Put that cash away pipsqueak, I am not the man with the chemicals. I am here to talk about the band Gong.

Sure, Gong was a bunch of acid gobbling, pot smoking longhaired hippies, but they are (and are) so much more. In a perfect world people would have been digesting copious amounts of this stinky electric cheese record and rode the Flying Teapots but no…over here in the USA: people hitched a ride from Terrapin Station while sleeping on some Surrealistic Pillow. I am not here to pass judgment. I have been summoned to tell you about one Gong record in particular.

Camembert Electrique, which came out in 1971.



Camembert Electrique was one of Gong’s earlier releases and precedes the Radio Gnome Invisible Trilogy (which I also recommend). The former Soft Machine guitarist Daevid Allen and his wife Gilli Smyth create a cacophony of psychedelic bliss. Free form jazz, space whispers, nursery rhymish vocals, knotty melodies, sound effects and weird tempo changes. Still not convinced this is a psych treat. The songs are about exploring your inner pixie, with doses of humor, sexuality, eroticism and debauchery. It leaves you with an exhilaration of a spirit in some kind of cosmic orgy.


Sounds like a good trip to me.

Did you get all that? Good, now feel the vibe. Forget about the arrival. It's the journey that matters. It is a zany one not to be missed.
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Gong - Camembert Electrique 1971 Virgin

1.: Radio Gnome Prediction
2.: You Can't Kill Me *
3.: I've Been Stoned Before
4.: Mr Long Shanks/O Mother I Am Your Fantasy *
5.: Dynamite/I Am Your Animal *
6.: Wet Cheese Delirium
7.: Squeezing Sponges Over Policemen's Heads
8.: Fohat Digs Holes In Space
9.: And You Tried So Hard *
10.: Tropical Fish/Selene *
11.: Gnome The Second