D.R. Hooker
Acid drenched rock from the early 70s. Not much is known about D.R. himself… Read Full Bio ↴Acid drenched rock from the early 70s. Not much is known about D.R. himself.
His 1972 LP The Truth was widely cited as one of the most important private press releases in all 1970s psychedelia. D.R.
Hooker's The Truth might actually be one of those obscure lost gems that's worth the customarily inordinate amount of interest such period pieces are afforded.
D.R. Hooker was a man slightly askew with his time, from the robes he wears on the cover, to the
quasi mystical lyrics, he's very much connected to the hippie era, and given that this album was
recorded in 1972, in a time post-Charles Manson, he was brave to associate so strongly with all
the imagery pertaining to cults. Musically, Hooker looks beyond the parameters of the hippie
movement, dipping into a more ambitiously studio-oriented sound than Hooker's half-troubadour,
half-prophet image on the sleeve might suggest. The noisy, fuzzy elements are particularly
effective, and surprisingly intricate in their arrangement and recording.
'Forge Your Own Chains' takes this to an extreme, expertly deploying advanced loungey jazz
figures with an onslaught of brass. This all sounds far more ambitious and accomplished than the
vast majority of private press releases that tend to emerge, and there's certainly a strong case
to be made for this record being one of those precious few curiosities from the private press
movement to feel like more than a kitsch comic aside. Well worth your investigation.
~ by ChrisGoesRock
His 1972 LP The Truth was widely cited as one of the most important private press releases in all 1970s psychedelia. D.R.
Hooker's The Truth might actually be one of those obscure lost gems that's worth the customarily inordinate amount of interest such period pieces are afforded.
D.R. Hooker was a man slightly askew with his time, from the robes he wears on the cover, to the
quasi mystical lyrics, he's very much connected to the hippie era, and given that this album was
recorded in 1972, in a time post-Charles Manson, he was brave to associate so strongly with all
the imagery pertaining to cults. Musically, Hooker looks beyond the parameters of the hippie
movement, dipping into a more ambitiously studio-oriented sound than Hooker's half-troubadour,
half-prophet image on the sleeve might suggest. The noisy, fuzzy elements are particularly
effective, and surprisingly intricate in their arrangement and recording.
'Forge Your Own Chains' takes this to an extreme, expertly deploying advanced loungey jazz
figures with an onslaught of brass. This all sounds far more ambitious and accomplished than the
vast majority of private press releases that tend to emerge, and there's certainly a strong case
to be made for this record being one of those precious few curiosities from the private press
movement to feel like more than a kitsch comic aside. Well worth your investigation.
~ by ChrisGoesRock
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D.R. Hooker Lyrics
Fall In Love 想他的时候 风忽然就停了 好像老天想聆听我心里动作 Let's fall in love 他还不晓得 我每一分钟都等着他…
Falling Asleep Lower your eyelids Sleep with the sunlight Lower your eyelid…
Forge Your Own Chains Can't dig what you're doin' I won't know you pretty soon Got…
Free I built it from the ground up Act like they found…
Hello I say wow wow... 両手上げてごらん その先に見えるよ 広がってく 青い空と はしゃぎだす気持ち 去年まで…
I'm Leaving You Oh 사람들이 다 흔히 말하는 연애의 온도도 사랑이라는 감정의 최대 유효한 기간도 no 신경 쓴…
I´m Leaving You 聽別人說 你過得不錯 馬上就有新的依靠 新的生活 而我還停留 在懷念你的時候 反省我曾經 犯下的錯 你已做了決定 我以為…
The Bible When they say that Crist died for you, Don′t doubt that…
The Sea Take me to the sea Take me to the shore line That's…
The Truth Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on the dance floor burning up Music, tu…
This Moment I just need to get away now And find some place…
This Thing It seems like not long ago feels like yesterday You gambled …
Winter Why did you have to leave? I remember the smell of…