You begin by hearing a struggling radio transmission introducing the beginning of the song, followed by a few seconds of static and night noise. A bagpipe starts off in the distance, before pounding tribal drums and fuzzed out guitars introduce themselves. The singer sounds like a black metal singer, which is odd because black metal hadn’t been invented yet.
That’s the most normal song, it that there’s an actual riff and percussion. “Toth, Scribe I” is the same song slowed down into an Earth-like drone. Much of this sounds like some sort of hideous Kurt-Schwitters inspired nightmare, with random screams, shrieks, and grunts from the “Lost Connecticut Tribe”. Don’t let the name fool you, they weren’t some group of commuters with a keen sense of humor. They were heavily fucked-up individuals who made this very free music.
Perhaps “music” isn’t the right word for this. Free Jazz has more coherence than this. Things start and stop on a dime, with little coming together to make any sense. Bands who engaged in this sort of behavior later (like Faust, etc) never went to the lengths of indulgence that these guys pursued.
Humanity is better off with this freely available. It is utterly bizarre and even four decades later, unbelievably “out there”. “Far out” can’t even describe it, since far would indicate that it is anywhere within our current musical universe.