" I’ve had so many WTF moments from the label over the years it would be remiss not to bring the imprint to your attention."

"this album will satiate the outsider demands of old heads and provide a gateway to the counter cultural sounds of fifty or sixty years ago for a new generation"

"the boys get busy with some melancholic lone riding Americana, which then proceeds to flirt shamelessly between spaghetti western soundtrack and thinking rather than head banging rock."

" It's a beguiling, beautiful and far out slice of cosmic dream pop and boding very well for Myth of Tomorrow, her forthcoming album."

"slightly more urgent acoustic guitar work threads its way through the impeccably detailed psychoactive electronica that melts just above the song and then drips through every note and word."

" the crew have attained quite the spiritual/psychedelic (delete as applicable or choose both) soulful jazz-funk state."

"This is maximum density krautrock, the winding psychedelic path laid at the start then suddenly straightens up and heads directly for the heart of the sun"

"the jam session meets soothing psyche rock meets shoegaze meets space rock of “orbital decay” as the boys once again lull you into a false sense of psychedelic security before testing your lysergic limits"

"Far-out funkiness and some cosmic bump is the order of the day with "scampi strut" with Varian setting the keyboard controls for the heart of the sun"

"Languid percussion provides an unhurried tempo for this ambient voyage of exploration as toad licked guitar refrains guide these cosmic musketeers to higher plains"

"If you want a good natured fusion of throwback chill-out, with a cosmic vibe and a psychedelic twist that will sound great over the summer then look no further."

insistent acoustic motifs twist in on themselves, hypnotising all those within earshot before fading out to let the drone have its moment in the sun and show off it's lysergic charm.

“Chrysanthemum” goes all suitably flower power, paving the way with petals for the title track’s creamy acid-folk

It might sound like a lot but it works in a waywardly waltzing, cutely quirky, weirdly wobbly way, and I'm here for it.

It's a fine slice of opiated lo-fi exotica meets hazy dream pop

Knouse adopts a similar laidback approach to his guitar playing, ambling along seemingly lost in thought most of the time, occasionally upping the intensity and form to accentuate his vocals when he feels like it.

the LP with a bang and an insistent groove, with Garwood’s one man jazz funk horn section, haunting guitar atmospherics and spoken words conjuring a swampy, noirish jazz blues vibe, something of a recurring theme

Just as you think he might be laying his hat in more folky terrain he's off on an electroacoustic, voyage full of precision placed and played micro-sounds that gives folktronica a cosmic Americana injection

but hold tight for a full on lysergic, purgatorial sounding meltdown finale, graced by Shariff's far out and freaky vocal talents.

If free flowing, funktified and lysergic beat tapes are you thing then you’ll have a new favourite

It's a cosmic, questioning blend of woman and machine, past and present, real and imagined from this curious, boundary nudging soul

a start to finish listen both vocally & musically, with the vibes & vision tuned in that much tighter to Holley’s singular, on point lyrics

the only discernible thread being main man, Ray Monde’s distinctive, hushed vocals, that melt into wave after wave of psychedelic whimsy

It's a pleasantly microdosed, bittersweet, consummately crafted and timeless alt-pop gem that's been on repeat the last few days.