It's hard to imagine that a 20-year-old New York guitarist fresh out of garageland would have been infatuated with
Syd Barrett in 1968. However,
Faine Jade's 1968 album sounds as if he was besotted with
Pink Floyd's first LP, which was barely known in the States at the time.
Jade's vocals and songwriting uncannily evoke an American
Syd Barrett with their evocative, cryptic lyrics, thick organs, and psychedelic guitar lines. "On the Inside There's a Middle" and particularly "Cold Winter Sun" never fail to inspire comparisons to
Barrett when played for those unfamiliar with
Jade.
Faine, it's fair to say, is somewhat blunted in comparison to
Barrett's madcap edge. More laid-back and grounded, he also deals more explicitly with hippie-era concerns like being hassled for being different and the necessity of being compassionate toward your brother, without being sappy or preachy. [Reissues contain remasterings from the first-generation tapes by
Faine himself, and also add a few bonus cuts: backing instrumental demo tracks for a few of the songs, the previously unreleased brief instrumental "Piano Interlude," and a 1993 "reunion" performance. The extra tracks are of only minor interest, and it's disappointing that the
Introspection-era demos released on
It Ain't True were not included as well.]