The Morlocks were the final end of the garage rock scene. They took it by
the neck, sunk their teeth in and shook it till it was lifeless. They were an act nobody
could or would dare follow. They stepped on the haircut boys, the riot on sunset
strip
lookalikes, the posers, the phonies, the shitheads that dared look them in the eye.
I was along side them and believed in them like religion. Their sole record -The Morlocks
Emerge
- as crude and raw and alive as it was, turned out to be the highwater mark in
crazed insanity from a musical genre where the quality of a record is judged by how much the
band looks like the '65 rolling stones on the cover. Nothing but
dangerous. But I can tell you the record was just a hint of the live energy they harnessed -
out and out beautiful violence in motion. And much of it can be heard on this album which
(who would have known?) turns out to be the last morlocks record we'll
be blessed enough to ear. Listen to a band that's shed its skin
like a lethal snake and's heading into unknown territory.
Heading for greatness though they've already got it in their
sweaty palms. Witness the sound of hell coming out of an amplifier. Tortured minds,
brilliant minds. People not like you or I. A different world. Planners, schemers looking for
another drink, another joint, another moment of flashing inspiration, another shot at
showing the world they're IT - the be all and end all. All
others are driving with their learners permits. Pretend but never actually be. But too many
intense people in close quarters as these five were, are bound to tear each other apart or
explode and that's as good an explanation as any why we cant
touch them anymore. I just thank Christ for what is left and what is left is this document
in sound of the final moments, so treasure this and listen with respect and emotion. This is
the real deal. But now it's too late. I loved the Morlocks and
now they're gone. Hear what might have been…