d.r hooker

...giving the cover of this early seventies bargain bin gem a look, cats can surmise this hippy was a bit of a free thinker when it came to satorial elegance, as its a given this cat thought the cult look would catch on with heads and rubes alike...the inside wax is pretty cool at trying to give out different vibes for different lobes, going from one style to another is no problem, it all sounds right with each of the tracks flowing in and out together...the whole shebang kicks off with some stoner psych racket with fx overload and then on through jazzboing, lounge, louisms (he digs reed a fair amount and cops a couple of third LP velvets moves here and there)...all rolled into one acid dream this is a hep disk for green afternoons when the sun streams through the dusty garret panes...does not disappoint...
...truth...