Even if they were armed with just propulsive headfirst distorto-space riffage and a taste for trance-inducing repetition it would still enrapture. But given all the screaming organs, claps+bongos, lost-n-floating voices, ghost horns, and perpetually wailing solos that actually don't irk, it near reaches transcendence via full-on rockin' out with a schooled vintage-psychedelic palate. The only possibility for an appropriate pairing being old-gruff-biker-guy (i.e. Lemmy-like) frontman who makes "babe-eh" sound good and is most often coughing up nuggets of advice for when high/tripping/whathaveyou: look in the mirror, don't kill the vibe/just chill instead, free your mind, etc.
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