Flamingo Heights transcends ambient music and becomes a pastiche of psychedelia, cosmic-country, and French lounge, alternating between what you’d hear drifting on the wind while meditating on a Mojave sunset and what would be piped through the PA speakers of a retro-futuristic vestibule while valeting a rocket ship on some distant planet . . .
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