Ty’s arsenal of instrumentation continues to grow, as he fills out his domain of prog-rock, stoner drones, glam trash, and other Seventies detritus with keyboards, more keyboards, and an evolving sense of studio wizardry.
This is salty, and tangy, and spicy, and sweet, like the musical equivalent of a Mexican tamarind candy. It sounds so Sixties and Seventies that it must be from Today.
Another one-man rock act that wears its influences on its sleeve, but it’s well done so don’t take that as a complaint. Highly political.
Fuzzy solo project from LA fixture Charles Moothart, with a DIY ethic clearly in place.