The halfhour title track's the centerpiece, a slowgrower that's part Kraftwerk, part Pink Floyd, all classic roadtrip ambient - the kind of roadtrip that melts roads into blackness and passing reflectors into distant stars and on into the astral motherfucking plane. Heady shit.
The remaining halfhour works better as the delirious outflow of that initial trip - there's far more of Lindstrom's usual endless arpeggios and space disco mastery but by the time you get to em you'll be good and primed 4/5
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