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This collection of instrumentals is bewildering in its variety and intent, miniature symphonies with the tinkling plunk of a toy orchestra and a sharp whiff of sulfur from a struck match.
Really, this review only needs five words: Francophone spaghetti western rock songs.
Cycles, repetitions, patterns within patterns, beats drifting out of focus and slowly emerging as the same beat, but different. The aural moods on this album are on the ambient side, but reward attention with slow progress and contemplative amnesia.
Sparkling clean Jamaican sounds from this soulful Los Angeles outfit can extend your summer by a few weeks and keep you warm through the winter, and well, it's good for any season you'd like to infect with good vibrations.
As expected, it sounds like the first half of a Ray Bradbury novel, where the bright colors, joyful sounds, and easy smiles let you know something is deeply, deeply wrong, or possibly just inexplicable, or mysterious, but unabashedly psychedelic.
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