Although the press pack laid out in black and white Timothy’s struggle with hallucinogenic drugs, it doesn’t take a detective to hear it in the music. Kaleidoscopes and white rabbits come spinning out of the clean guitar and chant-like vocals, which give way to poetic interludes laid over psychedelic basslines. Nothing is strained, and you can almost feel the green clouds oozing out of the speakers. In places, it feels as though I could just go and lie on my bed, and the music would go on forever. Unfortunately, this short EP doesn’t even last twenty minutes. The songs are just a little too short to be completely satisfying, and when the band try out something a bit different (the intro to The Spirit Molecule, for example), it just seems to feel like they’re interrupting the natural flow of the music.
Still, the rest of the EP is very, very good. If Jim Morrison’s in heaven, and he’s chilling out with Jerry Garcia, this is what they’re listening to.





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