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My song of the week (which may or may not be a recurring feature) is a collaboration from beyond the grave between Beyond The Wizard's Sleeve (a psych-dance-rock-remix duo from England) and Love (the '60s psych-orch-rock band led by the late Arthur Lee). On the album Forever Changes, "A House Is Not A Motel" is the second track, positioned after the first (failed) single "Alone Again Or," which has some lovely strings and horns as ornamentation. But the "acid rock" spirit of the times is best captured in "House," which features some sweet-ass adrenalized drumming, downright lysergic lyrics, and a stinging guitar solo that verges on the hallucinatory. And the worst thing about the song? At 3:32, it's too damn short, offering fleeting joys that leave one wanting more.

Thankfully, I'm not the only one that felt that way, for Erol Alkan and Richard Norris (BTWS) released an "unreleased" (read: "bootleg") remix of "A House Is Not A Motel" that is less a re-imagination than a re-edit, taking the track past the five minute mark and amplifying all the good stuff, building tension that releases during the freak-out at the end. Due to copyright issues, it's not going to appear on their forthcoming remix collection (which I strongly recommend you seek out) but if you search the InterWeb for it, you should be able to track it down. (And maybe your search won't be that hard after all.) It's one of the best remixes I've heard in years, and I hope you enjoy it, too.

"A House Is Not A Motel" [Beyond The Wizard's Sleeve Re-Animation] --

http://www.wavesatnight.com/add/03-2008/music/Love%20-%20A%20House%20Is%20Not%20A%20Motel%20%28Beyond%20The%20Wizards%20Sleeve%20Re-Animation%29.mp3

Forever Changes from Love --

http://www.amazon.com/Forever-Changes-Love/dp/B000058983/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1235750484&sr=8-2

Beyond The Wizard's Sleeve [MySpace] --

http://www.myspace.com/beyondthewizardssleeve

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