The Perfect Release
Before embarking on her recording career, Peacock had been an early participant in Timothy Leary’s psychedelic experiments at Millbrook, and then joined Albert Ayler on his first tour of Europe with her new husband, bassist Gary Peacock, which gives you some idea of what we are dealing with here. Simply put, if you like hearing hippy chicks singing and speaking subversive lyrics in a husky, knowing voice over a jazz-rock groove, then this is the album for you. The lyrics are at turns philosophical (‘I exist, therefore I am becoming’), political, and sexual, although it’s hard to follow exactly what’s going on in between the odd shocking snippets that jump out at you. Each of the seven tracks is indeed ‘perfect’ in its own very weird way; once you get into this album, it almost seems to make sense for her to suddenly start singing ‘Silent Night’, for instance.