Can rock the world. Really fucking hard. If you don’t know this in your body and soul, then take the time to either A) reassess your lifestyle, or B) start listening to their albums and make life a little better for your self and loved ones alike.
Exploding onto the earth with their debut album Monster Movie as a woolly, ragged psychedelic unit, Can morphed into the towering kings of krautrock with Tago Mago and Ege Bamyasi before shedding any conventional sense of genre or precedent with the transcendental masterpiece Future Days.
The four tracks on this album move through galaxies of musical topography in such a slippery enigmatic form that precious few moments are liable to be pinned down under a paradigm; it simply rides freely on its own bent energy, on a different level altogether from the band’s output, before or since. Listening to this album is like riding astral seas through the universe, in a glass ship gliding over sparkling azure waves. All of existence is thrown into sharp relief from this perspective, clarified as the remarkably beautiful creation it truly is. It’s the sound of propulsive, disorienting adventure and inner peace realized one in the same. It’s action and understanding. It’s a compulsively listenable record from one of the best bands of the 20th century. Just listen.