Bulldog Breed, who took their name from The Beatles' song "Hey Bulldog," and came in at the tail end of the psychedelic movement, recording Made In England in 1969 [while the rest of the world was headed toward Woodstock and a new era], though not released until 1970 ... which pretty much meant that this bit of obscure three minute musical whimsies would remain just that. There was no way this Pink Floyd/Beatles influenced band, who laced their one and only album with tender introspective social observe-ative songs, could stand toe to toe with the self indulgent narcissistic over the top bombastic progressive rock that was sweeping, or perhaps bleeding, across the airwaves.
That being said, songs like "When The Sun Stands Still" are almost total embarrassments of overt sexuality, set to Blue Cheer and Nazz musical imagery. The following track "Reborn" finally manages to take the music to a new level, and had it been a few years earlier, they just may have succeed in having that Top Of The Pops hit. The lyrics run head over heels on most of the tracks, and are hushly spoken, as if being preached from an overgrown garden pulpit in machine-gun fashion. This was what pop-psychedelia was all about, it's nether pleasing or displeasing, and like the hip B movies it became the soundtrack for, most pop-psychedelic music is totally forgettable ... other than to those who love the genre and saw no end to it's jazzy mod driven bluesy overlaid guitar tracks, and story laden songs. I could list dozens of other albums like this, albums that have a quality, but not that certain something that would manage to bring them to the surface. Sadly, for the most part, Bulldog Breed will remain nothing more than a face in the crowd, but on those occasions when you least expect it, they will fill your head with wanderlust and warm summer memories; treasured memories morphed in amber, when the sky melted, the air buzzed with a new sound, and fingers etched liquid silver trails across the darkness.
Now ... for all those of you who managed to climb aboard the late night AM radio psychedelic adventure and actually bought one of these obscure gems, and it's still in great condition ... you can just about name your own price, because the little ditty is fetching the big bucks for those who collect the genre, and are must-have completists.
Review by Jenell Kesler