Archeology Of The Infinite is a supremely refined album of profound social and metaphysical implications. When the soaring Hammond organ and plodding guitar parts on this album rev up, prepare yourself for New Age noodling of epic proportions. The topics on this album range from the mystic, science fiction, to affirmations of numerous oriental faiths. Yet this album swings in a way only socially aware Berkeley art students can. Once you've heard Cyclops (from Pennsylvania), with its haunting chord progressions and castrated-choirboy squeals of adoration for Greek Mythology, you will have the same deep feeling of reward you had after completing an extensive research paper on Lesbian Domestic Violence.
Gregg Turkington's lyrics, while rarely decipherable, are always biting commentaries on the bleakness in the current popular spiritual plane; while on the utilitarian physical level he rocks with rage -- As in the song Yosemite: about the stresses brought about in communal living situations.
Our Ants Will Lead A Tall Convoy is an inordinately erudite sonic statement, combining the sounds of Santana and the Gregorian Monks. Turkington's message is ominous: After the world is destroyed by nuclear holocaust, the ants and the cockroaches, using leftover human technology, will battle it out for evolutionary dominance.
The Three Doctors fear no subject matter, from the cry for human understanding in Sociology to the suffering felt by a nation after the betrayal of Benedict Arnold in Traitor. One can almost feel ones self in George Washington's heart in that doubtful period of history.
The Three Doctors are a precise parody of prophets of pretension, and of the dreary New Age and Pseudo-psychedelic fad; that while being facetiously indulgent takes the medium to a higher level. If they were selling sound tracks to bad trips at the mall it would sound like this. They are everyone's idea of a weird bad trip: institutionalized Bolinas idiots gibbering and wailing to an art-rock middle eastern background. In a world filled with upper-middle-class suffering The Three Doctors have the cure for all your imaginary illnesses.
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