This is what happens when you cross electro-acoustic with psychedelia—Hint: It’s all good!
This is what I’ve noticed after listening to this record a few times:
1-The sum of Sitar player Filipe Dias De + electronic manipulator Bob Meanza = a mind blasting trip through the baby-like silk smooth-bathed in newborn innocence /virginal / milk-fed brain of the unsuspecting listener.
2-At some point during this trip, the above soul (mentioned in #1) consciously realizes that he is quite powerless/helpless/hamstrung/fucked resulting in the above mentioned virginal/milk-fed brain to morph in upon itself, change its chemical and physical constitution in order to come out (safely) on the other side (albeit as a blackened smoldering, viscous mound of semi-cognizance).
3-The above mentioned semi-cognizant mind, in order to achieve adequate regeneration must immediately consume the essential salts (go downstairs, eat cold pizza) and, in a post-haste fashion curl up in bed for a hopefully dreamless (but probably not due to the lingering effects of #2) nights sleep.
That’s what I’ve noticed after listening to this record a few times.
(It’s really good, it’s really unusual and, as a post thought…there is a point when a highly manipulated / processed voice started talking in an unrecognized tongue on this recording…I believe this voice was mocking me for even thinking I can survive this and come out intact. It was right.)
Recommended for the intrepid psychonaut.
Michael Eisenberg
