Neil Young IN SPACE. Just Young and his Guitar, echoing and repeating in phases outside of echo, swirling around, looping and tripping on loops.
Which is to say, this isn't Neil Young and his guitar in the way you might expect. Not in like the Muddy-Waters-and-his-guitar way, not in the purest form of stripped down rock kind of way. This is heavily produced in that production-as-an-instrument kind of way.
The result is a strange, rounded unclear thing, sounding silverey and out of time, but mostly compelling. The production is subtle and rarely makes itself known, feeling like an organic jam between Neil Young and future Neil Young and bizarro Neil Young, singing with one voice in a poorly synched qunatum resonance chamber. Pretty sci-fi shit for a crunchy, no-frills rockanroll man. Young is angry and resigned and scared and lost, and it will infect you, and leave you feeling much the same 4/5
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