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Hi people, to celebrate the end of Easter we heathenic 20jazzfunkgreatsters have decided to bring you a song from the Wedding, the new album by our favourite Stoner-Psyche-Noise-Rockers, Oneida.

What can we say about the Wedding? it’s a more cohesive, expansive affair than their last effort, ‘Secret Wars’, and it might well be the closest they ever got to doing something even starting to tread in the fringes of leftfield pop. That means shorter songs and a stronger emphasis on melodies, even some lush strings, still there is enough weirdness here to make Doctor Who’s hairs stand up (pick your style), after all, the album was built on top of melodies and tones extracted from ‘the largest music box on the east coast of the United States’, a contraption Oneida themselves built (apparently it looks like a medieval siege engine, if you are interested in primitive engineering, read about it at the Jagjaguwar site). I’m sure we all agree this is quite an amazing feat and means shitloads of Brownie points for Oneida in our little leather book.

I guess this is also the reason none of the songs in the cool Nice/Splittin’ Peaches EP they released a couple of months ago are included here. It’s understable, but also a shame cos they rule.

Anyway, Oneida really seem to be Castaneda kids, and their music the soundtrack to that version of the Wicker Man the Hell’s Angels shot at Altamont. Or something.

There’s some kind of primeval truth hidden in their psychedelic melodies, their esoteric chants and the mindbending hum of their drones, like a secret passage to a hidden reality, a sonic version of the drugs William Hurt takes in Altered States, not very christian but fucking spiritual (read this in more than one way).

Oneida- Lavender

The song we are posting today is probably the funkiest (in a German way) in the whole album, it has an amazing start-stop drum not very different from the one in Caesar’s Column, and frantic guitars that grow in an exhilarating crescendo while the crazy spirits of Syd Barret and Roky Ericson laugh till they drop, maybe their bodies are somewhere else, but their souls live free in the wild maze of this music.