Via Brazil, polyrhythmic psych-laced orchestral steam heat. A kitchen sink kind of voodoo, complete with ambient bird calls, torrents of wind, hits of brass, and a bevy of unidentified "effects," 1968's Krishnanda is indeed greater than the sum of its parts. Genre-defying, the album's thirty minute runtime touches upon myriad modalities and is now back in print via the Brighton, UK based Mr. Bongo . . .
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