selling me short while stringing me long
With all the amazing reissues coming out these days, how is there time for the deluge of new music? Bobb Trimble is yet another in the seemingly neverending stock of psych-folk musicians from yesteryear. Whereas most of the jewels being unearthed are from the actual psychedelic era, Bobb is a musician out of his time and place. He did his recordings in the late 70s/early 80s near Worcester, MA.
Trimble echoes the ghosts of Bolan, Buckley, Rapp, Spence, and Wyatt. But instead of xeroxing the blueprint like many of today's bearded dudes, Bobb makes it his own. Freely incorporating a pastiche of phasing guitars, answering machine noise, spliced up tapes, and an heaping helping of god knows what. (False endings, candid studio out-take intakes, backwards loops). A staggering work of genius for a guy who obviously has only so much to work with.
When listening in, you assume he is some long-lost musician, only accidentally discovered and forever gone and untraceable. But apparently he still pops up around the Wormtown scene. His small issue records have demanded considerable sums of money online and now he is in talks to have his music legitimately re-released in 2006 on both CD and LP.
Bobb Trimble - If Words Were All I Had
Bobb Trimble - Armour of the Shroud