The old rock critic reflex is to call Rangda a "supergroup" but it feels like a new term needs to be invented for the trio of Chris Corsano, Sir Richard Bishop and Ben Chasny. Mega-band? Kozmik Kollective? Whatever you want to call them, Rangda's third album delivers all the interstellar interplay listeners have come to expect from these avant-psych masters, from the buoyant eastern modalities of "To Melt The Moon" to the noisy/beautiful feedback of "Hard Times Befall The Door-to-Door Glass Shard Salesman."
Peak Rangda is achieved and sustained on the 19-minute closer . . .
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