Half-accomplished efforts like this always contain sections that are quite good, and the droney atmospherics implied in the CD title indicate just what those sections will be. A fivesome concocted of past combos, the band reminds the listener of nothing so much as the old Shimmy Disc label, home to Bongwater and other eminantly forgettable ensembles beloved of the puerile OPtion magazine in days best forgotten.
Though the promo lit mentions Crazy Horse (who had only one good LP, their first) and the Grateful Dead, the real reference point would be a really stoned out Neil Young caught smashed out of his mind and barely able to hold a chord. There are raga aspects among the six songs, especially in Weatherhead Hollow, as well as small elements of Dzyan, Bevis Frond, and various mishmosh psychsters, coming together frequently in a spacey country resolution anchored by Doc Dunn's pedal steel, an axe which tends to account for the CDs best moments and only true centerpoint.
The vocals, though, pretty much suck, meaning the release should've been strictly instrumental, which would have fit the temper of everything better, perhaps providing an artistic and ideational foundation. Normally, in the old DIY days, this would have been an amateur release on a cassette anthologizing a gaggle of buds hanging around the garage drunk or stoned or even—who knows?—straight, banging away on cheap instruments and impressing not too many beyond themselves. Possibilities here, but not many.
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