Don Carson & the Casuals Yes Master! (Bertram International, 196?)
I filled enough of these pages with my thoughts on exotica. I am a fan for all the reasons most people are: I like the mish mash of musical styles, I enjoy the hamfisted attempts at trying to conjure up the strange & exotic, I giggle at the wrong-headed jabs at internationalism, and I dig what happens when all the above collide. Even better is when vocals are added. I am not referring to Yma Sumac style vocals, where the sound of the voice is paramount, the lyrics an afterthought. I thrill when some musician or producer decides that the one thing their exotica song needs is vocal commentary, a good set of lyrics that conjure up a land far, far away. Hello Don Carson! I am not sure when this pup was made. I will guess early 60s, but it could have been created in the late 50s. Who Don Carson was, I have no idea. Why he made this song, I can only guess. But who or why doesn't matter: This is a great listen and a perfect example of the glorious ignorance that makes primo exotica/kitsch.