These 1976-77 recordings, captured on a two-track tape deck in a western Canada school gym, weren’t staged to achieve money or fame, to sell albums or land a record contract. These kids played music because they loved it. Innocent, flawed and bittersweet, guided by the unsuspecting genius of itinerant music teacher/arranger, these recordings deserve to be heard and preserved. They brim with charm and youthful élan, sparked by flashes of lo-fi Spectorian majesty. Call it folk art, outsider, or campfire rock – the labels don’t matter. These are gorgeous, heavenly artifacts.
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