Mystical shit

You know when you get into conversations with people who are think they have the bounds of music pretty well figured out? You want to blow their minds, but the right bands never come to your own mind. Times like that, it's best to reach for some Sun City Girls. Not really to out-obscure anyone (a useless pursuit), but simply for illuminating purposes. And as much as anything to remind yourself that there is no end to the musical universe.

Apropos of that, I had Torch of the Mystics — probably SCG's most consistent album — on pretty heavy rotation last week. I was constantly floored by the scope of the creativity and affecting weirdness (and visions of an imaginary Indonesia, among other places). No tune could hope to represent, so here's a little 2'fer Tuesday sampler.

Sun City Girls - Radar 1941
Sun City Girls - The Flower