New on Castle Face. Far more psychedelic than their previous work, the album may be a bit of a surprise to fans on first listen. A potent blend of wide-eyed strummers on shifting sands is punctuated by blinking oscillators, left turns into wispysound collage and tape manipulations, drug-rug-wrapped lushness and telephone whispers from a supremely stonedsounding Mark Tester, the guide through this cultish and vaguely sinister headphone-scape. It's a woozy and a woollyone.
