I go back and forth on this album: one minute it sounds like an inspired slice of west coast psychedelia, the next a generic slice of west coast psychedelia, and at least on two occasions ("Help, I'm a Rock" and "Leiyla") an obnoxious slice of west coast psychedelia. One thing is certain, though: Baker Knight's "Shifting Sands", paced like a somber waltz, burning with a fiery lead guitar, and caught in the pull of its own operative metaphor - pushing to the foreground how we mask choice as fate, to relieve us from the burden of decision or responsibility -, is one classic slice of west coast psychedelia.
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