29 October 2025

UPUPAYAMA – Live At Fuzz Club Festival 2025 (2025, LP, Rubber Duck)

RELEASE INFO:

Label: Rubber Duck

Format: LP, Album, Limited Edition, 180gr Red Vinyl, 500 copies (hand-numbered)

Release Date: 24 Oct 2025

Press release:

“UPUPAYĀMA – LIVE AT FUZZ CLUB FESTIVAL 2025
In recent years Upupayāma have been cultivating a fast-growing following for their organic psychedelic daydreams, blending an ever-evolving mix of influences that draws in everything from pastoral ’70s krautrock, acid folk and heavy prog-psych wig-outs, by way of Anatolian rock, Thai disco, library music, Bhutanese traditional and an array of other global rhythms. On the studio recordings Upupayāma is the songwriting project of multi-instrumentalist Alessio Ferrari, but live with a six piece band these songs take on a whole new life – expanded and all the more rapturous, mind-blowing and hypnotic.
At the Fuzz Club Festival 2025, Ferrari and band stunned the audience with songs from their recent 2024 album ‘Mount Elephant’, 2022’s ‘The Golden Pond’ and their self-titled 2020 EP”…

Under the dim, kaleidoscopic lights of the Fuzz Club Festival 2025, and somewhere between a cosmic jam and a fever dream, Upupayāma cracked open a portal to another frequency. What once lived inside Alessio Ferrari’s mountain cabin mind-trip, a home-grown experiment in psychedelic folklore, has now blossomed into a full-bodied ritual — six souls summoning the ghosts of krautrock communes, acid-folk shepherds, Anatolian sorcerers, and disco-fried mystics from some parallel Earth. “Live at Fuzz Club Festival 2025″ captures this heady collision of krautrock pulse, pastoral acid-folk mysticism, and transcontinental psych vibrations…

The ritual begins softly, the opener “Dapadaba”, unfurls like incense smoke over a forest clearing. Pastoral and bucolic, it feels both ancient and unbound, a loose acid-folk invocation where the Great Shaman calls the tribe to gather. The rhythm is circular while the guitars shimmer like morning dew, it’s an opening spell, organic, unhurried, dream-woven… A lone flute beckons, guiding the listener into some half-lit path through the woods, “White Oak” moves with an eerie grace, first the flute, then the fuzz, then the trance. It’s a slow possession. The guitar begins to crack open the silence, fuzz growing… What follows is a hallucinogenic, free-form jam where folk mysticism dissolves into molten psych energy. There’s something Pythian in the way the melody prophesies its own unraveling… And then the groove hits with “Moon Needs The Owl” – Alessio once said this song is set in a Thai disco in the ’70s, and it feels exactly like that: surreal, sweaty, and gloriously unhinged. A majestic, groove-a-delic anthem where the bass struts, the percussion glows, and the guitar drips neon acid. Psychedelic delirium in full bloom! Flipping the side, and the lights dim with “Moon Needs The Wolf”, a track that begins like a mirage, acoustic guitars shimmer, flutes flutter, and a sitar’s ghost hums through the haze. The East whispers through the speakers, summoning that timeless hippie hallucination: unity through vibration. Then, suddenly, the pulse thickens, the track morphs into a krauty, jungle-flecked groove, hypnotic and primal. Percussion battles the electric guitar in a fiery climax that feels part Santana, part cosmic storm… (wow!) “Fil Dağı” (“Elephant Mountain” in Turkish), stomps forward on a Middle Eastern groove that shimmers with heat. It’s ecstatic, trance-y, almost devotional, a crossroad between Anatolia and outer space. You can almost see Tinariwen nodding from afar as the track spirals into phantasmagoria… The finale bursts forth, “Màs” races ahead with tribalistic urgency and a wild, pulsing heart. The rhythm is alive, groovy, ecstatic, drenched in the glow of modern psychedelia, it feels like the last dance before dawn, when time collapses and all that remains is the beat, the breath, the shared hallucination…

In conclusion, “Live at Fuzz Club Festival 2025” isn’t just a souvenir from a night of sound; it’s a doorway. Upupayāma remind us that psychedelia was never about nostalgia, but about communion, between body and cosmos, earth and electricity. Somewhere, out there, the mountain still hums… An “enchanted” record release! TimeLord Michalis