Last Ride journeys out toward that stoned and immaculate perimeter where reality blurs between the future and now, where truth and fantasy meld and the desert expanse of the mind begins to resemble the great celestial horizon. It’s here we find pedal steel maestro Joe Harvey-Whyte and psych-country vibe lord Bobby Lee, scouring these far reaches for the purest elements of their cosmic choogle—two sonic cartographers conjuring a landscape straight outta the technicolor acid western playing perpetually on the back of your eyelids, where nothing is as it seems, and everything’s right where it needs . . .
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