If I must crawl, if it can be called that, with such useless appendages as mine, down the lightless hallway of my mind, then this is soundtrack, what I want for myself: downbeat unpretentious psych. long live Blind Slime
music to drive fast on back roads to. this ep seems like the equivalent to cracking a little smile when seeing the explosions of sunsets splashing over river rocks while driving over the bridge from Maryland to West Virginia. sunglasses, diners, high fives, and the tunnel of trees always over head on Bloomery Road. i think this record will single handedly bring in an early spring in West By God!