neida know how to do the psychedelic rock opus. Each One Teach One (originally released in a mouth-watering, limited edition of 500 individually hand screened vinyl copies) is not only a double album that majestically pounds your head with the same repeating noise for fifteen minutes (that’s just the first disc), it’s also a damn fine, experimental, rock masterpiece.

Basically, there are two ways to approach Each One Teach One. The first is the conventional way, opening the case up and putting CD 1 in and listening to the album from the “true” beginning to end. Yet, as unconventional as it might sound, CD 2 is really the best place to start. Filled with seven songs that don’t clock in at ridiculous times, the disc offers a much easier entry point and makes it easy to get a feel of where exactly Oneida are with this record.

CD 2 is the half where the album rocks along. The title track, which starts it off, is a freak-out of blistering rock ‘n’ roll that seems to find itself transported into a world where the likes of Trans Am-forged rock structures are matched with some Queens Of The Stone Age-sized riffs. However, as many who know Oneida would expect, things change like the seasons do. The next song is very different, as is the next, showing that the band aren’t interested in any particular sound, making them impossible to pigeonhole. Everything is covered, from alien signals trying to make contact to the circus played by Holger Czukay, the organ grinder.

CD 1 is simply two tracks. However, these two tracks spend 31 minutes slipping in and out of trances left over from the last Boredoms album. “Sheets Of Easter” isn’t so much challenging as it is thrilling. Even though there is very little introduced throughout the 14 minutes that isn’t there at the very beginning, the sound of guitars and drums pounding non-stop is psychedelic bliss. The other track, “Antibiotics”, isn’t as simple. Initially a funkified machine of organ-led riffage, it melts into an acid-fried kaleidoscope of intense colored, chaotic noise. In other words, one beautiful mess of a Roky Erikson epic.

While they have spent the past couple of albums creating a rock sound of their own to be reckoned with, Oneida seem to have struck gold, oil and found the pot and the end of the rainbow with Each One Teach One. And if you need to see the colors to be sure this statement is true, just push the play button again and they’ll be right before your eyes (and ears).