Saturday, September 4, 2010

Erotica: The Rhythms of Love

Fax Records out of Hollywood had a short run from around '59 through the early sixties with a few releases dotted out up to about 1970 or so, and all of them were dedicated to raunchy adult humor, including a few tied in with Stag magazine.
Their Erotica series is easily identifiable with the simple concept of the title in large jumbled serif letters with the nature of the album in smaller type underneath. (And pay attention when purchasing these, as later re-issues will have a different color-scheme, leading some to think it's an album of different material)
I have another under the Erotica heading subtitled "Songs of Pain & Pleasure", which was a ridiculously awesome find, until I played it.
Quite awful. 18th-19th century ribald songs played by an indifferent elderly couple sounding like the recording was getting in the way of their canasta game over at the Kuntzes.
This Lp, however, is an entirely different matter, being, as it turns out, a composite of overlapping recordings for an overall effect of fascinating entertainment, even if it sounds rather base at the start. 

The whole thing begins with snoring which is interrupted by a bongo-hit. We hear the man suddenly wake with a stream of what sounds like Hispanic-tinged gibberish and grunts as the bongos let out short riffs, then a mild interlude where you hear a sort of environmental change as a different recording gets mixed in, and this is where the loving starts.
After this, it's an insane 30 minutes of riding on a Mexican locomotive with an ADD stricken bongo player in the berth below and a couple across the aisle cracking the amyl in an almost non-stop backbreaker bout of passion.
You can't hear the proper man too much, but the female seems to be into it, and I have to assume that it isn't faked. I say 'proper', because I'm guessing what's supposed to be the fella here is also jumping in with "Hey!, What!?, Okay?, HA ha!" and other unusual heat-driven gutteral barks that are either dubbed in or the bongo-tapper in the room at the time was voicing his approval, and also asking them to repeat themselves. The locomotive-like noise comes from the nearly-unending mattress squeaking with occasional rhythmic banging that is either carpentry or the bed-frame smacking the wall.

The second side has less of the strange possible-third-party enunciations and more pronounced bongos, and is a tad more steamier.
Hilarious at times, then weirdly relaxing and occasionally arousing (I think it's just animal nature to hear the excitable progressions of a female and become affected, under any circumstances), all overlapping so often it's a confusing experience and you just can't take the needle off.
Now, while trying to find info on the label and their recordings, I happened on another blog hosting the album (knew I should've started this stuff ten years ago) that made the claim that the bongos and tribal-like emissions are actually culled from a track off of Chaino's Jungle Echoes LP.
At first my brain lit up as it was clearly reminiscent of the big C's work, as I just happened to grab a copy of that same album a couple months back. However, comparing the two, I have to disagree and conclude they are different things altogether. Chaino's drums are rhythmic whereas the Erotica-player's are all over the place, and the vocable eruptions littering the grooves are from a different set of pipes than Chaino's.
Now, turn down the lights...

Erotica

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