Mais qui est ce Mrs Quimby’s Beard ?
Il n' y a pas photo, Mr Quimby's Beard est le fruit, le parfait
rejeton d’une union charnelle et spirituelle entre Hawkwind
et …. Hawkwind sous l'emprise de l'esprit floydien des grandes années
! Mr Quimby’y Beard ne renie surtout pas cette parenté, il
l’affirme au contraire et continue envers et contre tous, avec fougue et
brio, à poursuivre les chemins défrichés dans la période
70/75 par la bande à Dave Brock. On retrouve dans leur musique ces
ambiances hautement hallucinées et hallucinogènes des grands
maîtres du Space Rock, des « Masters of Universe
». En comparaison, on pense à Ozrics Tentacles, Dc Hasbeen,
Krel, SpaceHead, ST 37.... à tous ces groupes qui se réclament
du Space Rock et de la galaxie Hawkwinienne et pourtant si underground
et très souvent plagiés. A l’image des bons fils, Mr Quimby’s
Beard, poursuit l'œuvre du père.....
Text translates by means of Sonja Willems
To the devil, the "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" and his metallic and luminous notes which identify aliens with "ploucs" * ! In the memory drawer, Burton and his "Mars Attack tak tak" where the head of the Martian naughty boys (and ours also) bursts under the groans of Slim Whitman's Indian Love Call !
The Definitive Unsolved Mysteries Of Mr Quimby's Beard and his Solar Fire Light Show come to sweep all this with big knocks of tails of comets while returning tribute to Ed Wood and his flying saucers. Nothing was forgotten, Stonehenge's megalithic astroport appeared in the distant behind a stage and a room with a look of a control tower where lasers, projectors, magic buttons in any genre, had occupied the space. From the first measures (moments, notes,…), we are sucked up in a musical and brilliant kaleidoscope. The pics succeed one another, Roswell's aliens, unknown or forgotten planetary systems, Center Point disappeared from cards. Green Martians with a wrinkled skin, contrasting on the aesthetic plan with the friends of Quimby's Mr Beard, always of red colour, facetious and players. Sometimes the Ed Wood's saucers crossed the room avoiding green beams of a spatial laser which would produce jealous the hideous 2W Bush.
Are we attacked ? Is it the War of the Worlds or is it only a prelude to Independence Day with an English sauce ? Nothing of that kind, the message conveyed by the hypnotic riffs or the unlimited roaring of keyboards most excited, is friendly. "Peace and love" seems to express Roswell's big dark eyes. Stonehenge, Aliens, mushrooms, hallucinations, all collide, burst ! ! The music does not listen any more, our ears feel it, savour it, smell it. From the screen 2D strange red humanoids with the nice look, escape ; I have the impression that they come to greet us. The tension rises, the atmosphere is filled by Hawkwind. Our hawk of the space also invited itself and appears in secret making sure of the success of the spirit community. The guitar takes advantage of the disappearance of the atmosphere to show itself more incisive; she extracts from the earth's attraction, takes off towards the nebulas. That's it, stars are to (with?) us. Pink Floyd is not far, materializes... The guitar warms, the voice starts again. We have left the usual roads, we venture into unknown universes or simply forgotten in this beginning of the third millennium. We are in the reign of the heavy rhythms, hypnotized, repetitive, mechanical on which keyboards and guitars navigate, we are in the Universe of Space Rock, we enter without transition on Hawkwind's territory. Slippery on riffs , excited by a drum kit in orbit which beats Quark, Srangeness and Charm, these quasars, kings of the air, we don't seem to stop any more, we merge with the music and the Space, we become Angels of Life. Big Bang is there, in our reach. Finally, we come back in the middle of planets. Rings of Saturn protect us, colours of Jupiter cheer up our vision. The atmosphere is strangely "Pink Floyd", The Spirit glide..... The "Spirit of the 66" became the track of the stars...
But who is this Mr Quimby's Beard ? It's sure, Mr Quimby's Beard is the work, the perfect son, of a sexual and spiritual communion between Hawkwind and..... Hawkwind under the influence of Pink Floyd's spirit ! Mr Quimby' s Beard does not especially deny this relationship, he asserts it on the contrary and continues with ardour and brilliance, to cross the new roads opened in the years 70/75 by the Dave Brock's band. We find in their music these highly hallucinated and hallucinogenic atmospheres of the great masters of the Space Rock, the " Masters of Universe ". In comparison, we think of Ozrics Tentacles, Dc Hasbeen, Krel, SpaceHead, ST 37.... All these groups which navigate in Space Rock and in Hawkwind's galaxy. Just like the good sons, Mr Quimby 's Beard, continues the work of the father.....
* in French in the text