Also included within the album was a free, 24-page ‘Hawklog’ written by Robert Calvert and filled with information relating to scientific data, occult references, astrological tables, cartoons, and a travel log whose entries followed non-chronological progressions in time. Our ship will fold like a cardboard file and the noises of our mind compress into a disc of shining black, spinning in eternity.”Īnd graphic designer Barney Bubbles’ killer sleeve design allowed for such release when played with a tri-directional fold out sleeve and intricate die-cut cover to approximate the shape of a space hawk spreading its wings to the four corners of chaos, eternity, infinity and The Void (the very places Hawkwind’s music described and expanded into) illustrated with inlaid photographs from one of their many free concerts under the Westway overpass in their native community of Ladbroke Grove. Our thoughts are losing depth soon they will fold into each other, into flatness, into nothing but surface. Space/time supply indicators near to zero. So freaky, that the concept behind it was that playing the record would free the group from a dimensional compression within the album itself, for as the following entry in the accompanying ‘Hawklog’ attested: Completing the six man team of musicnauts whose sole offering together would be just this one album, “X In Search Of Space” it was freakiness itself. One further pair had also attached themselves to the band when dancer Stacia (whose unscheduled appearance onstage with them at Glastonbury Fayre in June) and writer Robert Calvert (who began to make impromptu live appearances on vocals as well as contributing lyrics) were absorbed into the band alongside core members Dave Brock (guitar, vocals), Nik Turner (vocals, woodwinds) and Terry Ollis (drums). At this time both bassist Thomas Crimble and audio generator operator Dikmik left the group (with the latter rejoining several months later) replaced by ex-Amon Düül 2 bassist Dave Anderson and sound mixer Del Dettmar filling in on electronics. The springtime of 1971 was already a confusing time in Hawkwind’s history, exacerbated by the first of many major personnel shakeups that would become as much a trademark of the band about as much as their consumption of illicit euphoriates and their organic, primitive space rock freak outs.
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