What a brilliant little spaced out album this is. Expect bells, country-ish out-there guitar, taped bits of spoken word from another galaxy, kids garbles...
Imagine William Burroughs hanging out with Sly Stone on ketamine. This is everything Primal Scream wanted to be on Give Out But Don't Give Up, sans beats and any kind of sellable rhythms. Expect very few vocals. This is some experimental good shit. Feels more country than country, in a way.