The shaman emerges from the cave and steps into the harsh morning light, blinking and concentrating, as if a migraine beams down from the sky instead of the sun. The solar flash persists, radiation zooms down.
He raises his six stringed sceptre to collect the transmissions, the vibes. Collecting these cosmic rays he soaks up the juice into his blood to use, to make magic. The solar flash courses through his veins. Ten songs are generated, woven from the ether.
The shaman was in lockdown but emerges to communicate. He has songs, gifts for people. From the great solar flash, he, the medium, passes them on.
‘Self-Isolate, Self-Oscillate’ shines as a startling, poignant updating of Bowie’s ‘Five Years’ for 2020, but instead of being science fiction, the shaman speaks truth, speaks the apocalypse. Strains of Bowie, strains of Johnny Cash, strains of Ian Brown are all here, like colours in the cauldron. ‘I Say One Thing, You Hear Another’ and ‘Seaview’ are unparalleled portraits from this master magician.
The shaman is Mike Bee, the premier singer-songwriter at work right now, in the now. The Great Solar Flash is his new album, a triumphant follow up to the wonderful Prism Break.
In this dark time it may seem there is no magic, but there is. Grab it.
Let music be your energy, your shaman is here with a bag of energy and a ton of heart.
https://lastbeeonearth.bandcamp.com/album/the-great-solar-flash
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