SUMMER SPEECH THERAPY
Pure sun-damaged California weirdness. Late-era Coltrane sax screech spirals dissolve into odd pop configurations. The jumbled pieces in this collage don’t always seem to have much in common, yet take form as an always-elevating ritual ascension incantation, drawing down the thunder and the lightning, cooling off just as the thing threatens to careen out of control. Full of subtle detail and worthy of close repeated listens. Few conjurors have this much control over the forces they summon, few psychonauts know these depths well enough to avoid getting lost.
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