
Another band in my long line of beloved "crystal" bands. No, I'm not cooking meth in the garage.
The group explodes through the unclaimed space between ’60s garage touchs like the Music Machine & the Misunderstood, red-eyed noiseniks like Guru Guru & Les Rallizes Denudes & the mechanized motor-soul of “Osmium”-era Parliament. Between the screamers come the scenery - the Pharoah Sanders-style sax snippets that confetti the end of “Glacier,” the gentle oceanic drone-poem “Vapor Trail,” the album intro that sounds like Blue Cheer chasing Terry Riley’s “Rainbow In Curved Air”.
Due out in early April, this is an album you shouldn't sleep on.
DL