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The Last Freak Band prepare for intergalactic re-entry (Mojo, July 2008):

Title: In Search Of Space - The Return
Due: 2009
Production: Hawkwind
Songs: TBC

The Buzz: "It's our plan for the 40th anniversary, after all the things that have happened, it's the return to
Earth to find what state it's in."
Dave Brock
It's a mind-boggling prospect, but 2009 will mark 40 years of space
rock god-fathers Hawkwind. And their next album, the sequel to their
debut LP
[sic] In Search Of Space and the latest in a back catalogue
of more than 50 studio, live and archival collections, will mark this
momentous occasion - sort of.

"It doesn't really make any difference to me," says chief Hawk Dave
Brock, guitarist and the captain of the ship since the band began in
Ladbroke Grove in 1969. "I don't really feel anything, it's just part of
life, innit?!"

Last month the band began work at the studio in Brock's Devon
farmhouse. "It's a cross between Frankenstein's laboratory and a
museum," he says. "We've got loads of old audio generators and
keyboards, bits and pieces of lightshow, old posters, 8-tracks. It's
weird but nice to work in."

Joining long-time drummer Richard Chadwick, bassist Mr Dibs and
keyboardist Jason Stuart, it is expected that former members
including synthesizer player Tim Blake, guitarist Huw Lloyd-Langton
and electric violinist Simon House will contribute. Brock's also going
to contact noted author and long-time Hawk pal Michael Moorcock,
who has recently been ill.

"We're coming back and we're calling off at planets on the way
picking up the odd old boys that have been left there as punishment,
just to see what they've been up to," says Brock. "I'll probably get
Lemmy to do a couple of numbers with us as well."

Using a mixture of digital and vintage analogue gear, he admits their
methods of composition and recording are unorthodox; "We have
loose structures. You play something on guitar, put it onto the
computer and different people add their bits to it, then we play it, go
off on tangents, see how it goes from there and then edit it
afterwards." Thematically, the album will be a dystopian forecast of
how humankind will fare when exploring the stars. "It's man's greed
to conquer and utilise instead of trying to beautify," says Brock. "I
always see that like a cancerous growth. You ever seen one of those
pictures of the Earth from outer space? With all the lights on in
certain areas at night time, it looks like cancerous growth..."

It's not all gloom though; the studio has a mini-locomotive system set
up to deliver special herbal relaxants to the players. "When the band
gets bored, we go and play on an electric train set and send grass
joints around," says Brock. "If you can get that grass joint from right
in the middle of the shunting, right to the outskirts, which takes about
half an hour, your reward is to smoke the grass."          -Ian Harrison
An essential taster of space rock (from MetroLife, 7th July 2008):

Hawkwind: Space Ritual (1973)

Born out of the late-1960s psychedelic movement just as humans set foot on the Moon for the first time,
space rock was invented by and for people who wanted to fly high but weren't interested in using a
spacecraft to do their astral gazing. Blending sci-fi-inspired lyrics and experimental instrumental passages,
the music was dedicated to exploring the limits of inner and outer space.

Among the genre's pioneers were Pink Floyd, whose trippy debut The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn
(1967) featured the notable space-themed numbers Astronomy Domine and Interstellar Overdrive. But the
movement's defining work is Hawkwind's mind-expanding double album Space Ritual, which was notable
for its hallucinatory light show and the gyrations of a frequently nude, paint-spattered dancer named
Stacia.

Proudly described on its release as '88 minutes of brain damage', the album intersperses otherworldly
stratospheric freak-outs with spoken-word recitals by poet and singer Bob Calvert. The words were
partly provided by sword-and-sorcery novelist Michael Moorcock, while the bass grooves came courtesy
of one Ian Kilmister, aka Lemmy, the warty, whiskery future founder of Motörhead.

-Robert Shore
Above: from a review of the family-friendly 'Camp Bestival' event (Daily Telegraph, 24/07/2008)
From a review of 15 of the most notable concept
albums (Sunday Times, 21/07/2008)
(illustrated
above):

Robert Calvert: Captain Lockheed and the
Starfighters (1974)

The erstwhile Hawkwind frontman pulled in a
starry cast of collaborators for this deranged
masterpiece about our hero and his famously
accident-prone combat planes.  Guests include
Brian Eno, Arthur Brown and Viv Stanshall.
Right: from the Culture section of the Sunday
Times, 28/07/2008.  Unfortunately the download
mentioned at the foot of the article doesn't seem to
be available anywhere on their website... Thanks to
the Cold War Kid for this clipping
Sending Up Space (from the Daily Mail, August 7th 2008):

Question: what exactly is the Silver Machine referred to in the Hawkwind song?
Hawkwind's only hit song was penned by Robert Newton Calvert (1945-1988), intermittently the band's
lead singer, poet and frontman from 1972 to 1979.  It was originally released as a single on June 9, 1972,
reaching No. 3 in the UK charts.

Calvert sang the lead vocals on the original live recording, but the band decided they were too weak for the
single release.  Unfortunately Calvert, who suffered from bipolar disorder, was then sectioned under the
Mental Health Act, so was unavailable to re-record his lyric, and the lead vocals were recorded by the
group's bassist Lemmy, later of Motorhead fame.

In an interview for a U.S. music magazine called Cheesecake in 1981, Calvert explained the song was
inspired by a piece by the French author Alfred Jarry (1873-1907), called How To Construct A Time
Machine.  Jarry was the originator of a logic of the absurd called pataphysique, essentially a parody of
modern science expressed in nonsensical language.  He wrote the essay after reading H.G. Wells's The
Time Machine.

Given the absurd logic, Calvert spotted that the piece was little more than a description of how to build a
bicycle buried under this smokescreen of pseudo physics.

'At that time there were a lot of songs about space travel, and it was the time when Nasa was actually,
really doing it.  They'd put a man on the Moon and were planning to put parking lots and hamburger stalls
up there.  I thought that it was about time to come up with a song that sent all this up, which was Silver
Machine.  It was just to say "I've got a silver bicycle," and nobody got it.  I did actually have a silver racing
bike when I was a boy.'

-Don Greenhalgh
White Panther Party News Abbey Wood Chapter Report (IT No. 99 - 11th March 1971):
On Friday February 12th our Chapter successfully held its first benefit concert. The Harrow Inn, Abbey
Wood, was packed to its 700 capacity for the sounds of the Pink Fairies, Hawkwind etc. Due to its
success we are already working on holding future benefits. I'd like to say now thanks to the Fairies,
Hawkwind, IT and everybody who worked like shit to get it together. On the financial side we made
approximately £100 to help us continue local activities. Right on! The money was badly needed due to our
increased local activity, as we already have Street Theatre / Drama.


Review of "Spirit Of The Age: an Anthology (1976-1984)" from Uncut magazine, February 2009:
*** Mighty space-rockers' long strange trip
Following a long association with United Artists, where they established a template for tribal, spacey riff-
laden rock, Hawkwind moved to the Charisma label but only to see first Lemmy then founder Nik Turner
depart.  It left guitarist Dave Brock at the centre of a frequently changing conglomeration where he remains
to this day.  This set charts the comings and goings of singer Robert Calvert, novelist collaborator Michael
Moorcock, the arrival of High Tide's Simon House, and even the return of debut album guitarist Huw Lloyd-
Langton.  The story here, weirdly, is of an unlikely sophistication, chiefly the clarity of 1977's
Quark
Strangeness and Charm
and 1980's pristine, mellow Levitation, featuring Ginger Baker.  A companion box
set,
The Dream Goes On, takes things all the way to 1997, where the band embrace technology alongside
heavy rock as if to reaffirm their reputation as spiritual forebears of the rave generation.

-Mick Houghton


It's only Hawk'n'roll...but we like it.  Even if they do sound like a 'warped out Roxy Music.'  
(Reviews of  "Spirit Of The Age: an Anthology (1976-1984)" and "The Dream Goes On (1985-
1997)" from Classic Rock magazine, February 2009:
Hawkwind once made the acute observation on their Doremi Fasol Latido album: Space Is Deep.  But we
betcha didn't realize exactly how deep.  Here we have two box-sets full of three CDs apiece.  Each also
comes with a 48-page booklet.  The one titled
Spirit Of The Age spans the period '76-'84 while The Dream
Goes On
collects recordings from '86-'97.  Less of a Sonic Attack, then, more of an unmitigated aural
onslaught.

Spirit Of The Age is where the chief interest lies.  Much of it is taken up with tracks from the era of the
Hawks when they were fronted by the late, great Robert Calvert.  With this mega-eccentric figure at the
helm the Notting Hill astro-nuts discarded their cosmis chugalong style and became altogether more quirky
(not to mention
Quark-y) and whimsical.  Indeed, at the end of Calvert's tenure they could almost be
mistaken for a warped-out Roxy Music.  There's a very curious moment on a live version of
Over The Top
(performed by The Sonic Assassins, a Hawkwind pseudonym) where Calvert complains "This is a very
heavy microphone stand...no queen could manage this, I tell you...it's a real man's microphone stand here."  
No wonder Lemmy used to call him "Raving Rupert".

The best stuff on
The Dream Goes On centres around recordings made in the early 90's, when the ‘Wind
made a conscious decision to return to their bonged-out space-rock roots.  The nine-minute
Images (taken
from the
Space Bandits album) is a full-on swirl-a-thon, while Treadmill is reminiscent of pugnacious Pink
Floyd (even if it does begin with a pulsing beat that recalls Kiss's
I Was Made For Lovin' You).

Our only gripe is that when the band make a stab at commerciality, their songs always end up sounding like
Silver Machine.

Spirit Of  The Age: 7/10
The Dream Goes On: 6/10

-Geoff Barton
Edinburgh 12/04/09 gig review ***** (from The Scotsman, 14/04/09):
With only guitarist and synth player Dave Brock remaining from their original line-up, Hawkwind are
another of those vintage bands whose name is more a legal commodity than a brand of quality.
Yet despite this - and despite the absence of their most perennially recognised hit, Silver Machine - a crowd
of all vintages still appeared largely satisfied.

In truth, the 2009 model Hawkwind can divide opinion within the breadth of a song. They look like a gang
of semi-retired Hell's Angels and clearly still appreciate the power of a monumental guitar riff amidst the
proggy synth sounds which proliferate. What's truly mind-bending about them is that this most seemingly
time-locked of bands can conjure hints of both the Stooges and Mogwai in parts of their better songs, such
as The Sentinel, Who's Gonna Win the War and Right to Decide.

Yet the array of overt science fictional allusions which they borrow - from the likes of Arthur C Clarke,
Roger Zelazny and sometime collaborator Michael Moorcock - seem dated, even with a video screen
showing exploding supernovae in the background and two young dancers who were dressed variously as
stilt-walking insect creatures and marching soldiers.

The sound quality was also decidedly non-futuristic in places, although the closing Assassins of Allah (an
excuse to dwell on the original, hashish-related derivation of the word "assassin" rather than any kind of
religious or political commentary) descended into an attention-grabbing burst of early-1990s vintage free
rave techno with surprising urgency.

-David Pollock


Pioneers of Heavy Metal still rocking **** (12/04/09 gig review from the Edinburgh Evening news):
Mocking Hawkwind must be an incredibly easy thing to do. With their ten-minute tunes, portentous lyrics
and theatricality, there's more than a hint of Spinal Tap about them.  There's also something about the sheer
exuberance and joy of their performance, however, not to mention the brilliant musicianship that helps
convert even the most cynical audience member to their psychedelic cause.

Last night's crowd at the packed Picture House got a lesson in excess and old school rock from the band
celebrating their 40th year in the business. Seamlessly mixing old favourites and brand new material, they
took the audience on a happy trippy journey into their world.  Ethereal soundscapes built with layers of
guitars and keyboard effects on tunes like The Sentinel and Prometheus created relentless waves of music
that poured out of the speakers and washed over the audience, lifting them to the rafters. And just when
they were floating, they were brought crashing down to the ground by tub-thumping anthems like
Deathtrap, which helped remind everyone that they were pioneers back in the day of what would become
heavy metal.

An unprepossessing group - they could easily be mistaken for geography teachers - the band relied on back
projection to provide the visual stimulation. For the most part this went well with the music, adding another
dimension, although on occasion it did feel as if someone was merely flicking through their screensaver
options.  The other visual element, and the most Tap-like of the evening, was provided by two female
dancers who came on in a variety of costumes, everything from ghostly wraiths to nuclear safety
inspectors. Their role appeared to be to underline the message of any song the crowd might not be clear
about.

They were never going to please everyone with their choice of playing so much new material but the tunes
were all of a high standard and unlike so many bands of their era, they were not simply relying on nostalgia
to feed the pension fund. Given the nature of their music a show of this length was only ever able to
provide a taster of the Hawkwind experience. But for those who had spent the years sitting in their
bedrooms in a fug of smoke losing themselves in their unique world, then this was an chance not to be
missed to feel the live experience.  Local punk legends The Gin Goblins, an odd choice of support at first
sight but one that worked brilliantly, got the crowd hyped up for the main event.

There's no doubt that Hawkwind are not to everyone's taste. Some of the tunes are overblown, and there
are aspects of their shows which are a mini Stonehenge away from being comedy, but in an era of
Coldplays and Keanes, it's great to see a band that take unalloyed pleasure in making things bigger and
adding more to the musical mix not less.

Last night's audience were more that happy to celebrate their 40 years.

-Neil McEwan
Single review (source and publication date unknown):
HAWKWIND: "Quark, Strangeness and Charm" (Charisma).  Great hook and witty words.


Single review (source and publication date unknown):
HAWKWIND AS THE SONIC ASSASSINS: "Over The Top" (Flicknife).  A tiresome heavy metal rap with
SF overtones, very painful on the ear.  Recorded live at Barnstaple on Christmas Eve 1977, a more
depressing way of celebrating the Messiah's birth I can scarcely imagine.  Towards the end Robert Calvert
is heard begging for white powder, no doubt the source of his genius.


"To Boldly Go Where No Band..." (from Melody Maker, 18/10/78):
The last time we heard from Robert Calvert was three years ago when he was chief space-cadet with
Hawkwind and manically machine-gunning the audience at Cardiff Castle.  Well, friends, Robert is now
back in warp factor five with a revitalized crew, this time assuming the name Hawklords (imaginative, eh?)
The new Hawklords, insists Calvert, are not so much a reformation of the old Hawkwind as a renaissance
of old ideals. "It's less concerned with the trappings and the ins and outs of being pop stars than providing a
people's unit that is accessible, flexible and representative of a community spirit rather than a business
operation."  Nice.

The Hawklords' philosophy will still be sci-fi based, because "it's the only valid form of modern fiction,"
according to Calvert.  "Our songs are never concerned with age-old rock and roll situations which are
projected perfectly by Jilted John.  He has written the definitive rock melodrama."

The band's live show, however, will have nothing to do with space travel and ray guns.  Over to Bob for a
brief and simple explanation: "It has to do with the Pan-Transcendental Industry, which is dedicated to the
bringing together of technical and religious ideals under one roof.  This organization ostensibly manufactures
car doors as a cover.  Angles have wings removed and the car doors fitted instead and then they take off
into the heavans.  It's sci-fi of the absurd."

You can say that again, Bob.


"Wind of Change" (from Sounds,  May 1979):
Hawkwind have an album of hitherto unreleased material  issued by Charisma on June 15. Called 'PXR5’
it features a variety of line-ups on live and studio material from Hawkwind prior to them reforming as The
Hawklords.

The eight tracks include 'Uncle Sam's On Mars', recorded at Hammersmith Odeon, 'High Rise’ and
'Robot' recorded at Leicester De Montford Hall in November 1977, plus studio recordings made at Rockfield
and West Park Farm in Devon.

Meanwhile the Hawklords have revamped their line-up.  Bob Calvert is now no longer a member of the
band, although whether he resigned or was pushed is not clear.  He will be pursuing a solo career.  That ;
eaves Dave Brock as the band's mainman and he's joined by Harvey Bainbridge, bass, Steve Swindells,
keyboards, and Simon King on drums, who has just rejoined the band.
The group are rehearsing material for an album and will tour Europe during the summer.  British dates are
not expected before the winter.


Plug it up - Hawkwind shocker unearthed (source unknown, 11/08/79):
Safety experts have condemned the cover of Hawkwind's 'PXR5' which shows a plug wired wrongly above
a caption of 'HM Govt Health Department warning: this wiring can seriously damage your health'.  This is
true, for as the Royal Society For The Prevention Of Accidents pointed out a plug wired in the album
sleeve's manner would at least seriously injure and more probably kill anyone touching it anything connected
to it.

Following RoSPA's complaint and true to form WH Smith's have decided to withdraw the album.  Hitting
back ex-Soundster and Charisma PR Dave Brown did what he's paid for and claimed "I can’t believe
anyone would wire up a plug the same way as the diagram - Hawkwind fans are too intelligent for that".  A
somewhat dubious boast which Charisma obviously disagreed with as they've now put stickers showing the
correct wiring on the cover of 5,000 copies still in the factory.

However, that still leaves 20,000 in the grubby possession of Hawkwind fans all over the country, so
whatever you do, kids don't plu...HEY LISTEN, you with the long hair and dandruff don't put that plug in
there, no please for chrissakes, it'll... Woops.  Oh well.  One down, 19,999 to go.  (A punk.)


(Another plug for PXR5...source and publication date unknown):
Phew! Nearly had me fooled for a minute there! Weren't you shocked to hear that the cover of the
Hawkwind album -'PXR5'- had a cover picture of a plug that was incorrectly wired.  DANGER! screamed
the Sunday Mirror. MADNESS! screamed the Gramophone Record Retailers Committee.  But Dave Brown
(an ex-Record Mirror scribe), speaking in his role as a spokesman for the record company that had
perpetrated this "sick joke" could only giggle: "Hawkwind fans are TOO INTELLIGENT to wire up a plug
the way it's shown on the cover!"  Who's he trying to kid?  Mr. Brown last week failed his driving test -
apparently for failing to wire up his car correctly for a right-hand turn.  And the “offending" cover has
now been amended.


Single review (source and publication date unknown):
HAWKWIND: "Who's Gonna Win The War?" (Bronze).  Errol Flynn, mate.  He won the last one.


Single review (source and publication date unknown):
HAWKWIND: "Who's Gonna Win The War?"  Landlords of the cosmos, or whatever they call themselves,
in unusually brooding mood, slow and doomy, martial drums predominate.  And that's it.  The sound of men
awaiting redundancy notices?


"Hawks Carry On" (Jan / Feb 1983, source unknown):
Hawkwind's British tour this week is going ahead despite the tragic death of Dave Brock's wife last month.  
Her loss will be felt as keenly by the band, on whom she was a major influence, as well as Dave himself.
Hawkwind also have the first track they ever recorded released this weekend by Flicknife Records.  It's
called 'Hurry On Sundown' and it's one of three tracks on an EP called 'Your Last Chance EP’.
Support band on the Hawkwind tour is a four-piece rock outfit from St.Albans called Clientelle.  They have
an album called 'Destination Unknown' out on Banana Records.


Single review (source and publication date unknown):
HAWKWIND: "Night Of The Hawks" (Flicknife).  A very pleasant surprise considering how disappointing
the Hawks have been of late.  "Night Of The Hawks" is a crushing warsong featuring the mighty Lemmy on
bass, and should be bought by everyone who has slagged off the 'Lords, including me.


Single review (source and publication date unknown):
HAWKWIND: "Needle Gun" (Flicknife).  This may seem strange, but this is an *anti-drug* song from the
Cosmic Tripsters.  Bit trendy to moan about smack these days but anything the Hawklords do is fine by
me.  But I don't know if I can take the shock.  Where have all the flowers gone??


Hawkwind gig review (source unknown, October 1989):
Hordes of Space Mutants, flung to the outermost sectors of other galaxies since the early 70's, reunited at
One Step Beyond to witness their heroes, England's Hawkwind, beamed back from some hidden cryogenics
lab and microwave-defrosted into a laser-sharp rock band... Lab-coated Dave Brock -guitars, vocals and
keyboards- has been doing Hawkwind for more than twenty years, with Harvey Bainbridge, fellow
keyboardist along for at least half the ride.  They've cranked out at least twenty-five albums along the way,
and most of them were pretty good. "Quark Strangeness and Charm" from 1977 stands out as a great one.
At the first strains of "Magnu", a real, full-blown multi-projector light show -the like of which has rarely
been seen in these parts since the glory days of the Fillmore and Avalon ballrooms- splattered all over the
back of the stage.  Everyone was instantly transported to London's prime underground UFO club, 1967.  All
Hawkwind's classics sound pretty much the same - throbbing bass, triple-echoed vocals and groaning
keyboards.  But it's a good 'same', holding up well over the years.


Dave Brock on Hawkwind and Wayward (source and publication date unknown):
Hawkwind has been together for twenty years, in that time they have featured members such as Ginger
Baker, Lemmy, and the late Bob Calvert.  Recently Dave Brock (the man who is Hawkwind) took time out
from recording the new album at Rockfield Studios in Wales to speak with me.  The following is an edited
version of the conversation.

Over the past twenty years Hawkwind has had many members.  Who is in the current line-up?
Harvey Bainbridge on keyboards, Alan Davey on bass, Richard Chadwick on drums, Bridget doing some
vocals, Simon House playing electric violin and myself.

The band was in North America last October.  Can you talk a bit about that tour?
Well, we had a really good time.  We're looking to come back this fall: hopefully with a few days off to see
some things.  It was a great time, but it was hard work sleeping on the bus.  It was like we were sleeping in
coffins.  All twelve of us crammed in.  We couldn't get much sleep.  The bus was always bumping around,
going from one place to another.  But we did see some beautiful countryside.  It was very pleasant.  We'd
like to see more of it.

Is there a possibility we'll see you in Saskatoon on the next tour?
Well yes, I would hope so.  It would be nice to actually come there and play.  We'd like to go to Vancouver
as well.  Last time we only played in Toronto.  Yes, it would be very nice if we could do that.  We should
be coming over in October.   It's a shame it will be starying to get cold then.

Are there any more solo projects in the works?
Not at the moment as the band's pretty busy.  I've done a few things that we've transferred onto twenty
four tracks.

Will there be any more projects like the Traveller's Aid project or the Friends and Relations series?
Well unfortunately not, because Flicknife Records (who put these out) don't seem to be paying any royalties
to us.  The Travellers hasn't received any money either.  That seems to be the only problem with all these
companies, they don't pay you for what you do.   So for the time being I can't see anything really
happening.  There's a lot of Hawkwind bootlegs out there that  that aren't very good, that people have put
out on record labels that don't really do the band much credit.

Thanks for the interview Dave!

-Jeff Swick


Hammersmith Odeon 7/12/89 gig review (source and publication date unknown):
Verdict: The Brainstorm continues...

It could probably only happen at a Hawkwind gig, but when I wandered into the Odeon to sneak a glimpse
at the supporting Connecting Routes I was hardly expecting an ethnic reggae band.  But then, Hawkwind
kicked tradition into touch years ago, so...

Let's face it, most of this planet wrote off the Hawks years ago, particularly after losing their RCA record
deal in the early 80's, a time when their ship had more of a 'Blake's 7' feel about it rather than 'Star Wars'.  
Their strange, intriguing intergalactic travel -inspired from of Space Rock  was looking decidedly redundant,
but just like an attack of herpes it refused to go away.  And it's kinda reassuring to see a band with no major
record company support -or indeed an album out to promote- drawing such respectable crowds over two
nights at the Hammersmith Odeon.

For regardless of fashion, popular taste or industry attitude, Hawkwind have a stable, solid core of fans,
ensuring that whatever the choice of material (no "Silver Machine" tonight, folks!), as long as the show
itself is up to scratch, then the evening will be a success.  Indeed, the emphasis is very much on the visuals
rather than the band themselves: guitarist / vocalist / mainman Dave Brock and Co have an almost Pink
Floydian lack of personal profile, making the lighting and Psychedelic backdrop visuals as appropriate as
ever in these seemingly Acidic times.

The overwhelming message from Hawkwind's rejuvenated sonic attack tonight was that the passages of
time have now rendered the band strangely relevant.  On occasions this evening their mechanical, hypnotic
rhythms were gripping.  I kid you not.  Quark, strangeness and charm indeed.


Single review (source and publication date unknown):
HAWKWIND: "Spirit Of The Age" (4 Real).  Seeing as we're deep into the right-hand corner of the page, it
must be time for that Hawkwind single. 'This WILL be an indie Number One!' declares the press release.  
Maybe, but in a post-Ozrics world, this is hardly a guarantee of excellence, is it?  The record is the old
Hawkwind 'classic', put into a trance and let loose into a field somewhere.  Not too bad if truth be told, but
an ambient rendition of 'Silver Machine' is the one we're all waiting for up here.  "RA!-RA! SILVER
MACHINE!!!"


Album review (source and publication date unknown):
HAWKWIND "It Is The Business Of The Future To Be Dangerous" (Griffin: PO Box 664, Lombard IL
60148)  To paraphrase the old meatloaf joke, "Oh no, Hawkwind again."  How did I wind up with another
Hawkwind assignment, Trent's the guy walking around the office in face paint and that stupid aviator hat,
let him do it. Well, at least IT IS THE BUSINESS OF THE FUTURE TO BE DANGEROUS is a brand new
studio project and not something out of Hawkwind's enormous backlog.  Okay, why not.  This mostly
instrumental release starts out with the title cut, which sounds like an old fashioned washing machine
floating somewhere out in the cosmos.  Although "Tibet Is Not China (Part 1)" would be good psychedelic
muzak for cloistered monks, Hawkwind comes up stronger during the pulsating remake of the Rolling
Stones' "Gimme Shelter" with drummer Richard Chadwick on lead mike.  While “Letting In The Past" is
short and also radio friendly, the vocals need a bit more depth to get wider attention.  Best of all, it medleys
into "The Camera That Could Lie", a more benighn, bell-driven reggae number that could be mistaken for an
ice cream truck caught in a celestial molasses whirlpool.  All told, a perfect extension of what Hawkwind
has been doing for over twenty five years while spanning the mental galaxies.  Remember the old line about
playing Black Sabbath at 78rpm and seeing God?  Well, I played this release at 78rpm and saw...er, well...I...
maybe it's best not to say what I saw.

-PEANUTS
Rating: 3 quantum leaping weenies


Album review (source and publication date unknown):
HAWKWIND "Lord Of Light" (Cleopatra CLEO 57732)

All the joys of the fold-out sleeve  of "A Space Ritual" come flooding back with the opening chords of "Lord
Of Light", title track on this none-too-generous set that documents the band at its peak, during the years
1972-74.

This disc is aimed squarely at fans of that particular era, with single mixes of "Seven By Seven", â
€œParadox", and "You'd Better Believe It", together with Robert Calvert's "Ejection" / "The Right Stuff" 45,
and "Lord Of Light" taped on the Space Ritual tour.  Inexplicably, it ends with a new recording by 'Wind
sax player Nik Turner, actually an alternate version of "The Weighing Of The Heart And Negative
Confession", which appeared on his "Sphynx" album.

While Pink Floyd took the oft-cited space music into high-tech territory with "Dark Side", and Gong made
intergalactic travel full of laughs and stop-start jazz rhythms, Hawkwind drew on the hard rock riffs of the
time, set them alongside eerie VCS3 synths, audio generators and wah-wah sax, and recruited Commander
Robert Calvert to talk you through your journey.

The form,ula had become contrived by 1974's "Paradox", with Simon House's Mellotron adding an
unwelcome touch of Moody Bluesisms to the proceedings, but for a while, Hawkwind were undoubtedly
tops in the space race.  (MP)