from the LP Resa Mot Okänt Mål, Silence Records, 1971I happen to be lucky enough to live in an area where the “back to the earth” movement of the late ‘60s is still alive & well, always looming just over the front range to remind me that, no, indeed, I don’t “have” to conform to the norms laid out for me in our modern social world if I choose not to; frankly, these folks are the real deal too, be it the ashrams, the grow community, or the folks that just get together up there and buy property to live on with their friends---it’s downright tempting, I gotta tell ya, because it aint like the old days…those naïve ideals died hard. Most of these folks have cars, electricity, running water (although some definitely don’t have all the above); shit, you even see some cable satellite dishes hanging precariously off the side of yurts man, no bullshit. The deal is, most also have solar panels all over the place, farm food, herbs (both special & spice rack), livestock, what have you. I fucking loathe living in the suburbs, but I’m not ready for all that just yet, ‘cause when I go “up the mountain”, man, you know I’m not gonna be coming back down all that often! This crew of Swedish acid-heads, Kebnekaise (named for the highest peak in Sweden, nice touch) really did live as a commune for a while, making some of the strangest prog rock this side of Neptune, flavored by all sorts of influences but not really sounding like any of them: a little Zeppelin here, some definite Hendrix there, perhaps Uncle Meat-era Zappa (ala “Dog Breath…”) more than anything. Yet, the way it all comes together, in an almost proto-metal fashion, is assuredly their own unique concoction that was of that moment; they forged a decidedly more Scandinavian folk path after this, their debut album. The title of this song and LP essentially means, “traveling to an unknown destination”, which suits the affair nicely; take a hit and grab the headphones!
