This is trippy, spacey, and effervescently eclectic acid-drenched audial dementia at its most tantalizing, titillating, and orgasmically intoxicating… it’s a mind-altering, intricately swirlin’ wahwah-laden melange of sparkle-shine psychedelia ala Hawkwind, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Bubble Puppy, a bit of 13th Floor Elevators, Electric Prunes, “Are You Experienced?”/”Axis: Bold As Love”-era Jimi Hendrix, and early Syd Barrett-fronted Pink Floyd. After numerous awe-inspiring hours of aurally ingesting the floating, fluttering, fucked-up musical magic on this here pulsatin’ platter of celestial sonic atmospherics, I dreamily feel as if I’ve been serendipitously dipped into a multi-colored sugar-swirl vat of tropical-tangy rainbow-dyed kool-aid… and now I just wanna get buck-ass naked and freely frolic in an overflowing field of brightly glowing flowers… wheeeee, and far-fuckin’-out, man! Even though Donovan’s Brain inspired me to kick off my Converse, slip into a comfy pair of beaded moccasins, light the ol’ lava lamp, and fire-up a floral array of incense sticks, I assuredly ain’t no hash-smokin’ tofu-munchin’ longhaired hippie freak… it’s just that the majestic musical ornateness contained herein is so damn inspirationally divine, I momentarily lost myself in a thick billowy haze of childlike fruity-pebble nostalgia. Nothin’ wrong with that, is there?!
–Roger Moser Jr. (Get Hip Recordings, PO Box 666, Canonsburg, PA 15317; http://www.gethip.com)