Imagine you’re a Ronald Reagan in 1981, looking at your “To Do” list, just about to enact a series of “trickle down” economic policies. Your goal, consciously or subconsciously, is to ensure that this constitutional republic we call a democracy be transformed into a Corporatocracy. you know that all the burdens of self governance are too much for the common simpleton to bear. You reach for the signature jar of jelly beans on your desk. The sound of them plinking against the glass as you grope for a choice bean makes you smile, the sound of modernity. You’ll usher in a new era of cheap consumer goods. Maybe you’ll invade Grenada and really stick it to those poor island communists.
Oh you chuckle at that as you pop a bean into your mouth and bite down, but it’s not watermelon or very cherry. A puff of sweet smoke belches from it inside your mouth and you cough. Flailing for the secret service call button you knock over you favorite autographed portrait of Arnold Schwarzenegger and try to scream, but only colors come out.
Suddenly, everything has changed, you feel a great weight about you as you wonder why high-fructose corn syrup is in everything. You feel unsure for the first time and something that can only be described as empathy. Yet you’re calm and filled with joy as you take your “To Do” list and erase it with colors from your mouth saying, “Well, toodleoo.”
Imagine that. For some reason I did while listening to this new record by Chicago psyche group, Secret Colours. It’s not going to change anyone’s world view but it might make you trip out a little. They’re psyche in the vein of Brian Jonestown Massacre or The Warlocks with a serious dose of the Stone Roses. Anton Alfred Newcombe meets Ian Brown kind of thing. Check out this track called “Jellybean” for the forthcoming self-titled album.
They have a record release show at Lincoln Hall in Chicago, tomorrow June 11th.