"The philosopher William James from the early 1900s [would] supposedly ... experiment with drugs - nitrous oxide was one of his favourites - to aid his philosophical musings. One night he was sort of ‘out there’ and thought he’d discovered the meaning of life, which he jotted down on a piece of paper. When he woke up in the morning from his stupor, he was really excited as he searched for this paper. He couldn’t remember what he’d written but knew it was very profound. When he found it, it just said: HIGAMOS HOGAMOS."
Great name for a group, then, Higamos Hogamos. And their music, space-pop, motor-glam, chugging Can references, is just right for the onset of spring, open windows on the open road. "An electronically enhanced blend of swaggering kosmische that somehow naturally fits into the wyrdest end of the English psychedelic tradition." That's what they call it. That'll do nicely, thanks.
john davies
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