Back to the Grindstone in Corporate Hell (Part 1)

Well, the holidays are officially over and so it’s back to the regular humdrum of a normal ordinary work week and all the bullshit that that entails (>>insert sign of exasperation here<<).

To help combat the Corporate Blues today, I’m enlisting a little spiritual assistance in the way of the ‘Good God!  Apocryphal Hymns‘ compilation album.


This album happens to be the third installment in Numero’s (who, truthfully, have become one of my favorite labels as of late) series of otherworldly gospel, robed funk, and spiritual soul.

Apocryphal Hymns’  is a slim new gospel songbook, penned powerfully by the genre’s lesser-known disciples. Here, heavenly harmonies, psychedelic guitars, damaged sacred steel, a bleeding french horn, off-kilter choirs, and consumer-side electronic percussion decorate the Word, with performance modes that stray far from the flock, but hew always to the message.

The term “apocrypha” comes from the Greek for “hidden things”.  Applied the Christian Bible, it covers a wide swath of books deemed “non-canonical” by one denomination or another. The books and stories found within are pretty wild: there are dragons, beheading heroines, and Christ, as a young boy, animating clay pigeons.

Tons o’ good shit.

Generally speaking, the Bible is comprised of a bunch of weird, weird books, but the scattered books of the Apocrypha are especially far-out. The same goes for the 20 gospel tracks found o this album. Behold ‘I Hear You Calling‘, by Francis Reneau & the Mission Singers.  The song alternates between creeping spaghetti western ambiance and a slinking vocal that wouldn’t sound out of place paired with the animated introduction of a ‘60s Bond movie.  Its widescreen ambition, bombastic and sensual, likely sounded out of place even in the most progressive church services.

Elsewhere on the album, the link between the flesh and the spirit is further blurred. ‘Come Holy Spirit‘, by God’s Band, is a tender, moving slow jam, it’s sacred subject matter in no way diminishing its sexual energy. The Gospel Cloud’s ‘Let Us Pray‘  follows a similar template. Sounding like something Art Laboe might spin on the late-night dial, it’s a sexy slow jam of an altar call.

‘Apocrypha Hymns’  is mostly devoted to make out jams for God, but there are even stranger deviations from the gospel playbook featured on the album. Reverend Otis G. Johnson’s bleak synth hymn ‘Walk With Jesus‘ (later covered by Spacemen 3 among others), with its primitive drum track and gossamer keyboard tones, sounds as alien as a Suicide record. Chester Lewis’ ‘Precious Lord‘, a shimmering steel guitar instrumental, marries a bluesy thrust to island-inspired tropical vibes, punctuated by a crashing drum kit at its powerful climax.  Dwain Vinyard’s ‘Searching for the Truth‘ is a smooth jazz-funk odyssey, with fluid bass and a gliding acoustic guitar. “While you’re looking all around you,” Vinyard sings, “You’re trying to find, peace of mind. Jesus holds the answer you are trying to find.”


The songs on this album are powerful in their diversity, and resolute in their passion. The double LP comes packaged in four variant LP covers, Woodland Twilight, Seashore Morning, Mountain Waterfall, and Sunbeam Canyon, a nod to the stock album covers that were common on private press LPs of the early ‘70s.  I happen to have the Mountain Waterfall version.  Isn’t that nice?   The nature scenes depicted are indeed beautiful, but the generic nature of the covers is humorous considering the unique and bizarre music found within. Book, cover, judging, etc.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no Holy Roller.  Lord knows I’d probably spontaneously combust if I ever entered into a church proper.  However, I do enjoy gospel music as a recognized art form and unique genre of music just like any other, meaning I can enjoy the bits and pieces that I deem worthy of listening to and this album has all those in spades.  A great listen throughout for saints and sinner alike.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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