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24 Aug 2016

Kennelmus “Folkstone Prism” 1971 US Private Psych Rock




















Kennelmus “Folkstone Prism” 1971 US mega rare Private Psych Rock reissued in LP by Rockadelic Records 1995 & CD by Sundazed Music 1999 

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This really obscure Phoenix band released a late-period psychedelic album in 1971 that, by the standards of self-released LPs of the time, was several layers above the usual such offering. Largely (although not wholly) instrumental, their Folkstone Prism was an authentically oddball, occasionally goofy, and sometimes inspired blend of surf music, spaced-out psychedelia, and silly pop. The exotic dabs of melodica, zither, and special effects by multi-instrumentalist and songwriter Ken Walker added a cloud of eeriness: “I Don’t Know” has keyboards straight off the Chantays’ surf classic “Pipeline”; “Goodbye Pamela Ann” has scorching psychedelic guitar that sounds like a mating of the Electric Prunes and Haight-Ashbury, and “Mother of My Children” has vocals that sound like a Lee Hazlewood parody. Kennelmus, indeed, can be seen as spiritual forefathers of sorts to several post-punk Arizona bands – Black Sun Ensemble,Friends of Dean Martinez, and Scenic – that have made instrumental rock that can function as a quasi-psychedelic desert movie soundtrack. Of course, it’s doubtful that those bands, or many others, were aware of Kennelmus, since their album was released in a pressing of 1000 in 1971, and is not even well known among collectors. 

Kennelmus evolved from the more standard garage band the Shi-Reeves, who played British Invasion covers and surf music. Ken Walker changed the name to Kennelmus in 1969 (Kennelmus being his full first name), and with singer/guitarist Bob Narloch began recording Folkstone Prism in late 1970, with the help of bassist Tom Gilmore and drummer Mike Shipp. The record was very much the brainchild of Walker, who wrote all but one of the songs. Three of the four bandmembers worked at a pressing plant, making them one of the few, if not the only, group of their sort to literally help press their own recordings. An anomaly of its time (or any other), Folkstone Prism made little impact, and the band broke up around the mid-‘70s, although the album was reissued on CD by Sundazed in 1999. … 

Innocuously described by the compiler of the Sundazed reissue CD liner notes as “the hardest working psychedelic surf band in Arizona”, Kennélmus laid down in the grooves of this collection some of the weirdest shit to be tracked to wax as psych gave way to its early seventies successors. The compositions are clumsy, the vocals almost totally unmusical, the instrumentation mostly wild and undisciplined and the studio production way over the top. Yet there’s something compulsive about this whacked-out mess of an album by a forgotten band that’s right up there with the Elevators, the Prunes and Syd Barrett. Or think Cold Sun, with the same peyote-driven woozy urgency and the trademark autoharp substituted with a melodica, and you won’t be a million miles out. 

Morphing from Phoenix-based top forty/British Invasion covers outfit the Shi-Reeves, this four-piece, centred on the compositional and multi-instrumental talents of guitarist/keyboardist Ken Walker, took its name from his own unanglicised birth moniker: Kennélmus Walkiewicz. The album’s title was derived inexplicably (but probably under chemical influence) from Folkestone Prison, a minor penitentiary in the environs of the sedate Kentish seaside resort and Channel port, and was originally to have been Folkestoned Prism, but to avoid prejudicing potential radio exposure the “d” was left off. As it turned out they needn’t have worried; a vanity run of a thousand copies on small independent Phoenix International Records was all that surfaced and, as Walker relates, “It took a long time to sell out the original pressing … some of them were given away for sexual favours”. 

It’s a schizophrenic son of a bitch, this record. Most of what would have been the first side is instrumental and – the psychedelic surf tag notwithstanding – these tracks exhibit to my ears a combination of the guileless chord sequences and melodies that Joe Meek was using with his instrumental combos a decade earlier and the sonic palette of Ennio Morricone’s spaghetti Western soundtracks, in the arrangements but also notably in the clean, springy lead guitar work, with a whiff of Lost In Space electronic frippery thrown in for good measure. “Dancing Doris” has an intermittent Middle Eastern zither riff that makes you want to scratch, and “Goodbye Pamela Ann” brazenly steals the jerky drum pattern from the Fabs’ “Tomorrow Never Knows”. When the vocals start to infiltrate on what was originally the flipside it’s clear that the band are off on a shamelessly lysergic expedition. The nearest thing to a conventional sung song is “Mother Of My Children” with its classic chat-up line refrain “woman, would you be the mother of my children?” “Think For Yourself” is a four-chord garage bash with melodica, wah-wah guitar and schizophonic stereo-split vocals, whilst “Shapes Of Sleep” is Beefheart’s Magic Band reflected in a distorting mirror and the hysterical plane-crash narrative of “Sylvan Shores” boasts wilfully out-of-tune bass guitar and an appropriately disintegrating outro. The lengthy closing “The Raven”, based on Poe’s verses of the same name, combines proto-punk vocals and chainsaw rhythm guitar with further primitive electronic squeals. The five “songs” are seamlessly segued with short intermissions incorporating backwards instrumentals, found sounds, vocal gibberish and a fake radio newsreel. It really shouldn’t work, but it all does, though it might take you several plays to rub down to the shine beneath the verdigris. 

The band lasted around six years, but despite frequent gigging and a parallel career for Walker and fellow guitarist Bob Narloch as a folk club duo the album never raised major label interest and would remain their sole recorded product and a great rarity until reissued by Sundazed in 1999. Interestingly three of the band actually worked at Phoenix International’s pressing contractor and literally pressed their own album, probably a first in rock annals. ..review by Rising Storm…. 

Kennelmus briefly rose from the mists of the Arizona desert; a strange musical mirage combining psych rock with surf and whatever else that the folks in this band wanted to. It’s a shame that this is the only disc that Kennelmus recorded. Although they may have not been A-listers, it’s clear that they put their all into this album and it’s quite impressive. 

The band was led by Ken Walker, whose full first name provided the name of the band. Indeed he is the point man in terms of writing most of the songs and tackling the main melodic duties, but the rest of the band is pretty groovy too. 

The early part of the album is desert baked surf rock in great tracks like “I Don’t Know” and “Patti’s Dream.” “Goodbye Pamela Ann” incorporates a strange homage/rip-off of the Beatles “Tomorrow Never Knows.” “Think For Yourself,” which is not a Beatles cover, adds in some strange vocals from Walker; it’s probably better to pay more attention to the surrounding psych instrumentals “Black Sunshine” and “The Bug, The Goat, and the Hearse,” which are much more entertaining. Then Walker sings completely through his nose on “Shapes Of Sheep,” by far my least favorite track here. 

Near the end of the album we get a little more luck with the vocals. “Sylvan Shores” is a garage rocker with the backdrop of a desert sunset. The disc closes with “The Raven,” which is a psychedelic recitation of the Poe poem. At first I thought it seemed a little pretentious, but then it got stuck in my head for a day. It’s not like the Alan Parson’s Project tackling Poe. 

The album follows some kind of concept, although I can;t admit I’m hip to what it is. The tracks do link together on most tracks, so I guess you’re supposed to take this one on as an 'experience.’ Although there are definitely a few flaws and bum tracks, Folkstone Prism is still an enjoyably adventurous album and the joy of music making runs strong through its grooves. Let’s just call it charmingly goofy. …… 

Tracklist 


1 I Don’t Know 2:27 
2 Patti’s Dream 4:31 
3 Dancing Doris 3:34 
4 Goodbye Pamela Ann 3:39 
5 Monologue 0:52 
6 Black Sunshine 2:50 
7 Think For Yourself 2:49 
8 The Bug, The Goat & The Hearse 0:42 
9 Shapes Of Sleep 2:43 
10 Clouds Of Lead 0:37 
11 Mother Of My Children 2:44 
12 1001 Twice 1:05 
13 Sylvan Shores 2:51 
14 Bulletin!! 0:30 
15 The Raven 5:23 

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