jay bought me a super comfy blue t-shirt last year. the image is pink intersecting lines that i makes me think, if cyberspace looks like something, it would be this. i didn’t know the band, but if you have a band’s shirt, you’re pretty much obligated to listen at least once. i can’t say i immediately connected with any of their twelve-minute plus songs, but there was enough of an interest that when we heard they were playing in san fran when we’d be there, we scampered down to Bottom of the Hill like proper hipsters should.
Acid Mothers Temple are a Japanese psychedelic band, and they’ve been around since the mid 90s. Telling you they’re ‘trippy’ would be like telling you grass is green: I figure you’d get that from their name alone. Seeing them live is what being high actually sounds like, so I think their name is an appropriate–albeit redundant and completely perfect–description. But they also rock out; the music is by no means an expansive, introspective trip, although those elements are there. Perhaps a description of their name alone, by the intricately expressive guitarist, Kawabata shall suffice: “Though we shall henceforth be Acid Mothers Temple & the Cosmic Inferno, the new group will also be known in short as Acid Mothers Temple and this will no doubt sow confusion in the minds of many. But the true manifestations of Acid Mothers Temple are many—Acid Mothers Temple & the Melting Paraiso U.F.O., Acid Mothers Temple & the Cosmic Inferno, Acid Mothers Temple SWR. The future may see yet other groups bearing similar names. But each and all of them will be true manifestations of Acid Mothers Temple.” (got that from wikipedia, ‘n case yer wonderin’). So there you have it. AMT doesn’t have to make sense. They just are. Awesome.