Man, it's a damned fine line between a noisy // experimental album that's bullshit and one that's got that something. This's got that something. It's got six tracks named Free Form Freak-Out #[1-6], so you know, it is not like you were not warned.
But its the songs in between, just strange and pretty enough, riding just outside the tattered wake of 1969; its the actual songs that make it sing, that work you into the state to ride those idiotic freakouts; just enough cred in the crannies to spread you right across the whole damned English muffin 4/5
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