Group 1850 ‎– Agemo's Trip To Mother Earth

Rotation ‎– 064 452-2, Rotation ‎– 064-452-2
CD, Album, Reissue


1 Steel Sings 3:02
2 Little Fly 4:17
3 I Put My Hands On Your Shoulder 13:36
4 You Did It Too Hard 2:10
5 A Point In This Life 5:03
6 Refound 3:02
7 Reborn 3:11
Bonus Tracks
8 I Know (La Pensée) 3:12
9 I Want More (Fingertips) 2:04
10 Mother No-Head 3:25
11 Ever Ever Green 3:17
12 Zero 3:29
13 Frozen Mind 3:40
14 We Love Life (Like We Love You) 4:29
15 Mother No-Head (French Version) 3:25
16 Mother No-Head (Instrumental) 3:25

Companies, etc.



Track info:
Tracks 1 to 7 from LP: Agemo's Trip To Mother Earth (1968).
Original label and catalog number: Philips 844 083 PY.
Track 8 & 9 from 7" single: I Know (1967).
Track 10 & 11 from 7" single: Mother No-Head (1967).
Track 12 & 13 from 7" single: Zero (1968).
Track 14 from 7" single: We Love Life (1968).
Track 15 & 16 from 7" single: Mother No-Head (1967).

Barcode and Other Identifiers

  • Barcode (Printed): 0 44006 44522 9
  • Matrix / Runout: 00440 064 452-2 01 + 51288622
  • Mastering SID Code: IFPI L002
  • Mould SID Code: IFPI 0134
  • Rights Society: BIEM/MCPS

Other Versions (5 of 8) View All

Cat# Artist Title (Format) Label Cat# Country Year
844 083 PY Group 1850 Agemo's Trip To Mother Earth(LP, Album) Philips 844 083 PY Netherlands 1968 Sell This Version
064 452-2, 064-452-2 Group 1850 Agemo's Trip To Mother Earth(CD, Album, RE) Rotation, Rotation 064 452-2, 064-452-2 Germany Unknown Sell This Version
SPM CD 033 01 Group 1850 Agemo's Trip To Mother Earth(CD, Album, RE) SPM Records SPM CD 033 01 Germany Unknown Sell This Version
MV035 Group 1850 Agemo's Trip To Mother Earth(LP, Album, Ltd, RE, Gat) Missing Vinyl MV035 Europe 2013 Sell This Version
SBL. 7884 - SBL 7884 - 844 083 PY Group 1850 Agemo's Trip To Mother Earth(LP, Album) Philips SBL. 7884 - SBL 7884 - 844 083 PY UK 1969 Sell This Version



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January 26, 2016
edited over 2 years ago

Agemo’s Trip To Mother Earth never saw commercial success because there was nothing commercial, or perhaps even sellable for this heady nearly forgotten band ... who even in their time, saw but a song or two played late into the night, where on the playground of the mind trippers, they were what was known as a “freak out,” meaning the injection of their songs disrupted the unlimited boundaries of an expanding consciousness, causing the listener to say something to the effect of, “Wooo! Did you hear that? Did I hear that? Who was that?” While stumbling fingers would attempt to find their place in the rotary dial of the telephone, calling their radio station to make sure all was right in the universe, and to get the name of the band.

Sadly, in the harsh light of day, when wobbly-heads have transformed themselves into sleepy-heads, and are trying to read what they’d written, and failing, they tossed it all off to the effects of the lysergic. Now, there were a few who managed to make out their nocturnal scrawl, got to their local record store, and laid down a couple of bucks, with a mile wide smile inching across their faces, saying to the cashier, “This is mind boggling man, it’s monumental, it’s a gas, it will really make your trip.” Of course the cashier gets a bonus for selling the last copy of this indulgent indescribable album, and all seems right with the world, that is until our little space cadets get home and wonder what the hell they were thinking. And that’s the point, they weren’t thinking.

Of course nearly fifty years later, Group 1850 [who hail from the Netherlands] are finding a resurgence of this mind-fuck who drew deeply from the mythic Pink Floyd, lacing their music with organ overlays, a relentless throbbing bass line, trippy effects, chanting, alternative sound phasing, and more fuzzed acid drenched guitar than one in their right mind could ever dream of. But those were the times, the tail end of the psychedelic age, perhaps making Group 1850 one of the first progressive bands of all time.

The album is lyrically based around the hippie-dippy saga of Agemo, son of Dog from the Nirvana-like planet Irotas, who visits Earth to experience the urban paranoia and depravity of modern life. With the album’s musical motifs drawn shamelessly from Saucerful Of Secrets but also evince powerful West Coast acid rock influences.

Having lived through those mystical heady days and nights, I don’t know if I’d take this outing too seriously. I will tell you that it’s an amazing snapshot of the times from which it came, and certainly deserves a listen, both for the music, the concept, and the historical significance.

Review by Jenell Kesler