Patching samples from an unknown origin found in a used Teac A-2340 with a wistful cosmic country air, he has made something immediately timeless. As much a Sunday morning coffee record as it is a long, humid summer evening. Lo-fi psychedelic rock, echo-chambers of noise, and bedroom soul converse in an imaginative world where Broadcast and Cotton Jones might have jammed together . . .
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