Next up a cover of  Gordon Lightfoot’s ‘sundown’ which by the looks things is being prepped for a future Fruits de Mer lovely – 16 minutes of the most arresting softly spun slo-mo narcotic pop you’ll hear this side of the exquisitely daubed psych prayer shimmers of Cheval Sombre at his most out there and sublime. This babe comes arrested by the alluring dream drift of curvaceous chorus’ of lazily dazed reverbs dimpled in love noted after glows and kissed with the wasted and woozy melodic mosaics more occasioned by wax platters grooved by a youthful Mercury Rev.  


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