Neolithic Jams
Digging “Holt, Jarmara” during my morning commute. Very Om-ish. It’s a droner with subtle surprises. Like the Mike Watt-ism in the bass’s descending turnaround. And the brown-sound synth stabs emerging from the wings. The turned-off-snare flams keep the pace moving in this neolithic cave jam. And what’s this chant about? Is it a list of Aunts? A recipe? From what I can discern this is the mantra –
My Aunts’ names are
Holt, Jarmara,
Fat Spaniel,
Louis like a polecat
in vinegar tongue.
UPDATE: Finally figured out the lyrics! Spooky. It’s a Pyewacket reference. Knowing that, the lyrics more probably are:
My imps’ names are
Holt, Jarmara,
Fat Spaniel,
Newes like a polecat
And Vinegar Tom.