Not I’ll admit, on the planned schedule for the evenings listening, but we found ourselves gravitating towards these dudes, charmed as you’ll no doubt hear for yourselves, by their pulsating at cosmic cruise controlling head down space boogyfied rock-a-hula, all needle tweaked stratospheric strobe lit riffs, hulking motorik grinds not to mention a strut grooving shade adorned swagger which upon repeat listening we wouldn’t be too surprised if several of you speaker hugging space cadets found your fringe lengthening by at least an inch or four. Anyhow these dudes are hippies vs. ghosts with ‘camel storm’.
the sunday experience 