Packaged as close as possible to the original beautiful LP, ‘Spur Of The Moments’ will now feature an insert of unreleased photos and ephemera.

Don’t you just hate it when a majorly-touted obscurity or ‘major find’ fancy reissue finally makes it into your hands and it turns out to be nothing but sub-Hendrix acid-rawk jams, tuneless loner plink, some horn-addled overblown studio pomp, or simply just obscure-for-avery- good reason? Or worse yet, it’s an album you’ve already heard, but you buy it again for a bunch of ‘bonus material’, which is nothing but lame garage rock covers? Well relax – you are in no such danger with the major unveiling of the soon-to-be-seminal Belleville, Illinois outfit Spur.

Little did anyone know that still lurking in southern Illinois was one of the most amazing secret bands that could’ve given any 60s Sunset Strip band a serious run for their money. Even more shocking was the amount of beyond-spectacular unreleased tracks lingering in their vaults; stuff that will truly spin heads around. So Drag City cherry-picked only the best material from their insanely rare LP ‘Spur Of The Moment’ to make room for the plethora of new-found bounty.

For 60s psych enthusiasts, or really just fans of anything essentially rock ‘n’ roll, there is a grove of treasures on this lone LP. The earliest Spur days – back when they were known (or really unknown) as The Unknowns – find them in absolutely heartbreaking folk-garage mode, recalling the best of The Blue Things, The Choir, Beau Brummels or even The Beatles. They evolved quickly into full-tilt west coast-style psychedelia, pouring on the fuzz with a laid-back tunefulness that certainly gives outfits like Quicksilver Messenger Service, Relatively Clean Rivers and The Grateful Dead some competition (indeed Spur opened for Jerry Garcia and crew in the day, as well as Cream). By the 70s Spur had expanded even further, at last answering the age-old question: “What if Buffalo Springfield had hung in there and totally kicked ass by 1971?”

Gorgeous harmonies soaring above utterly driving guitars amid heady studio trickery paints a picture not unlike the sainted pop of Big Star or Badfinger. So if you’re a fan of bands that seamlessly and viscerally integrated country, rock, psychedelia and folk, a la The Byrds, Moby Grape or even The Flying Burrito Brothers, prepare to have your doors blown off by a band that will soon be regarded as esteemed contemporaries of all of them.