Where's this one been all my life? A bitchin slice of psychadelia gone across the ocean and south of the border and around the horn. Rough, sludgy, trippy, with a dusty desperation, a ramshackle looseness, a mystified sense of mysticism and bracing sincerity.
Los Dug Dug's sound's swept up in their psychadelic influences, yet so assured of their own magical approach to the sound. It's impossible not to compare to peak Tropicalia [Os Mutantes, thatdamn fuzz guitar]; there's so much energy here, reflected back onto the American 60's with laser focus and prismatic refraction 4/5
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