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Tuesday, 20 October 2026

Plasticland - Salon

The Setup
By 1987, the band shuffles the lineup a bit, bringing original drummer Victor Demechei back into the fold. They channel this classic energy into their third LP, Salon, which would end up being their final curtain call for Pink Dust. But instead of looking backward, Plasticland completely flips the script.
The sunny, fairytale whimsy of the previous record is dead and buried. Salon sees the band steering their paisley machine directly into a darker, heavier, and completely avant-garde territory. This is the one that the true vinyl-digging psych-purists point to as the band’s absolute crown jewel.


Plasticland - Wonder Wonderful Wonderland

Plasticlands' evolution from 84’s Colour Appreciation to this mind warp in 85 was remarkable.  Totally psychedelic, way beyond other bands with similar chemical allegiances, this album was a brilliant commentary of acid fuelled dementia, beautifully moulded by producer Paul B. Cutler.
‘No Shine for the Shoes’ kicks things off with tripped out lyrics, reminding me a heavy-duty mushroom meltdown.  Glenn Rehses' vocals sounding a little like a sympathetic cheese grater.  ‘Gloria Knight’ follows a simple enough (in theory) sixties tune with intense sound effects and distortion.  The album was obviously a well-crafted creation, a long way ahead of other sixties influenced garage bands.  This band re-defined psychedelic.  This becomes apparent with the next track ‘Transparencies, Friends’ which travels into the land of the paranormal/ghosts in a song with tripping harmonic vocals (with organ) adding to the intense mystery of the track.  ‘Fairyland Hysteria’ kicks off with a huge feedback wail, followed by a thunderous guitar onslaught with great harmonies and chorus adding up to an engaging few minutes about hallucinations of grandeur.
‘Don’t Let It All Pass By’ is arguably the most lysergic of the tunes on this album.  Vocal interplay over-topping a beautiful organ sound.  ‘The Gingerbread House' closes off Side 1, once again focusing on a tripped-out excursion into the land of demented Grimm Brothers fairy tales.  The song first sounds enticing, which leads the childlike listener into a house, where of course a very nasty witch lives inside, whose bad karma is described through fuzzed out guitars and paranoid and edgy vocals.
“Flower Scene" starts off Side 2, with the most overtly pop influenced slice of psychedelia on the album.   This is a great tune with clever changes in texture and great bass interplaying with sophisticated backing vocals.  ‘Process of the Silverness’ works well enough being a more standard 60’s like song (only weirder).  It’s basically another fuzzed out extravaganza, technically spot on and sounding like no other band.  They would have been as heavy as fuck live.  ‘Non-stop Kitchen’ sounds like a disco track gone mad.  Rehse singing about tripping in his kitchen and getting attacked and overwhelmed by all his kitchen appliances - especially the spoons.  The song works OK if you get off on funky bass, drums and minimal guitar with some great fuzz at the end.  ‘Grassland of Reeds and Things’ is a very odd piece of psychodrama, probably with African percussion put into the pot, this song may have been recorded late at night with the studio filled with hash smoke and incense (maybe).  ‘Gloria Knight (Reprise)’ sounds like filler to me - fuzzed out filler of course.  The album closes with ‘Wonder, Wonderful, Wonderland’, a similar sounding tune to the 'Gingerbread House’ without the old witch to put you off your game.  This is a lovingly crafted masterwork.  Plasticland really were amongst the best of their generation and it is a sad world to see them remain relatively obscure and unknown.


Plasticland - Color Appreciation / Plasticland

The Setup
Picture Milwaukee, Wisconsin in the early ’80s. The rest of the world is drowning in hairspray and cheap synthesizer presets, but Glenn Rehse and John Frankovic are locked in a basement, mainlining vintage British freakbeat and Syd Barrett-era Pink Floyd. They pull together Plasticland, bypass the entire US music industry, and somehow drop their debut LP (Color Appreciation) on a French label called Lolita in ’84.
By ’85, the domestic underground catches on. Enigma’s psych-imprint, Pink Dust, snatches them up, shuffles the tracks, and unleashes the self-titled Plasticland LP onto the American teenage wasteland. While California had the Paisley Underground, the Midwest officially had its own pack of acid-fried garage wizards delivering pure, analog madness.