a0111852443_10“It is audaciously psychedelic and sonically estranged. It is hypnotic almost to the point of being repetitive, but only almost! It somehow manages to take the cold robotics of Krautrock (think Neu! or Can in their less jazz fuelled wig-outs) and re-invents them through a warm drug filled haze liberally drawing in swampy blues, acid-rock, cosmic jamming, garage experimentation and the music of choirs of angels strung out on Peyote.”

Read the full article at The Sense of Doubt site HERE

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