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Psychedelically-inclined weirdo home recordists with exemplary pop genes setting a humble course through nicely-hummable proggish realms of the musical cosmos. Makes me happy in my headphones. Nice nod to "Ladies of the Road" in the chorus. I'm sure they knew at least 75% of their audience would catch that one.
Sometimes you have to go put yourself into an imaginary '60s place. I remember getting into these guys a few years ago, when I was apt to snatch up any album if someone told me it was a forgotten classic lovingly/belatedly reissued. Or maybe a rare specimen of exquisite artifice that the masses just didn't get around to appreciating, and then its moment passed. Well, I've still got that instinct, and I still believe all those possible futures are worth pondering. Here are a couple fine examples (links fixed now).
If you've worn out the grooves in your Nuggets...um...mp3s, take a trek over to the other side of the world. This excellent Australian psych-pop comp has been in my possession a few years, and it never ceases to deliver the goods. This one seem appropriate for a ceremony that I would never be invited to, but would creepily observe from shrubs on the outskirts.
