An acid-fried psychedelic rock rages through Dr. Peel’s fevered dream “Much Voodoo About Nothing”. Garage rock, lo-fi, surf, the blues, all of these get tied together in a way that has such an infectious energy to it. By ensuring that every detail is treated with care, the mood is set for this wild, animalistic exploration. Guitar work in particular has an exceptional quality for they do occasionally completely tear it up. This is to say nothing for the propulsive, heavy hit of the rhythm section powering it forward. By far though the highlight of the whole album comes from the spaced-out vocals, ones that have a distinct haze about them.
The retro musings of the sound recall a bit of the Rolling Stones, in that Dr. Peel does pay a certain debt to their classic bluesy approach. Like them, he also proves to have an uncanny ability to craft some truly infectious hooks. On the surf side of things, one cannot avoid the art pop grace of the Beach Boys, for there are some gorgeous melodies that seem to waft their way through. With the modern more flair, Dr. Peel’s work fits well amongst the more recent purveyors of this timeless sound alongside the Jacuzzi Boys, Harlem, and Thee Oh Sees.
Limber guitars set the tone for what follows on the spacious skies of the opener “Breakdown”. Going for a southern rock ethos is the unhinged “Alone” as the group’s interplay feels inspired, with the lyrics having a delightful giddiness to them. Tempos slow down considerably on the disorientation of “Vandura” with the whole tact taking on some of the Doors’ ritualistic grooves. Dick Dale’s surf fervor takes shape on the nimble and aptly named “Surfasaurus”.
A glorious rise up into the sky “Treasure Box” holds nothing back, for theirs is an absolute trip of a journey. Bass here needs to be mentioned for it is subtle yet sophisticated in anchoring the work down. Pounding on through with intensity is the clear-eyed focus of “I Been Shaking”. “Café dans le pot” goes for a mysterious, noir sound. Keeping things mellow, there is a contemplative aspect to the way it rolls on through. On “Sleepy Head” they bring the album to a close with an angelic series of keyboards finishing off the surrealistic narrative.
“Much Voodoo About Nothing” features Dr. Peel tapping into the wild, weird world of late 60s rock with the greatest of care.