Al Doum & The Faryds Al Doum & The Faryds

600 numbered copies on clear black splatter vinyl, 180 gram. Reissue of their first album. "This fucking righteously Out There declaration comes on like a lobotomized Xhol Caravan meets Shiva's Tongue meets one of those low low grade reggae recording bands like Ras Michael & The Sons of Negus, all jamming-ah on the 100 Fahrenheit obsidian-strewn plains of Southern Sardinia. Yes, it's hot. Throughout these proceedings, therefore, mucho Arabian percussion is shaken and kicked, much soul clapping is embarked upon, and several times repeated Middle Eastern flutensax themes of extreme unmemorability perk up then dwindle with an almightily stoned purposelessness. All quite exquisite. And although arid arid M. Karoli eBow occasionally flames up to provide a vast horizon of cosmick beauty, the Faryds main themes always remain so VU-crunchy and agricultural down at their What bottom end? that even the off kilter lipping of their sub-sub-Madness/Faust-style sax warbler appears sumptuous by discs end. A fuck of a journey, kiddies, you gots to hear these cosmic jokers on repeat in order best to witness the dissolving of your immediate world." (Julian Cope).