I first heard this album in the middle of one of the playlists I sometimes put together to fill up a whole busy workday with music (when I won't have time to cyclically pick and choose what to listen to next), and while I couldn't identify it, I kept thinking I had heard it before (which is why I resisted the urge to confirm what it might be, forcing my failing memory to work for it (which is why it was a relief to find out by the end that my personal Mnemosyne was right in turning me down)). As a result, that unwitting listening experiment was thus testament not only to this music's efficacy as a throwback to (neo-)psychedelic times, but also to its limitations in affirming an autonomous identity (which I guess could be expected from a band that took its name from another band's song - even if they don't really sound like Roxy Music). The (nearly) final track "Nighty Nite", though, sweet and creepy, like a lullaby sung by the monsters under your bed, does feel entirely their own, and I sure would have liked to hear an entire album that lived up to that tune. Unfortunately, as the story goes, after that it was lights out, and they were never to be heard from again...
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