Music can serve a thousand different functions in our lives, and I'd be the first to admit that as much as there's almost always a longing in me for transcendent auditory experimentation. When I'm at work or doing some other boring repetitive task completely sober, I probably want shit I can sing along with to help time accelerate towards the paydirt. That's how most bands make their money. So, I suppose that was a roundabout way of saying that if it's that kind of a hyper-focused, consciousness-constricting pop music getaway or calculated metal beatdown you're looking for, this is the exact wrong record for you. Also might be worth noting that if you don't like hippies, or hippie culture in any way shape or form, stay waaaaay clear. This shit is about as hippie'd out as it gets.

 

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Combining what could be grainy archival footage (it isn't) with disintegrating, ornamental backdrops, this video for "Clay Bodies" is a haunting mixture of HD-quality shots with 16mm. Directed by Jacqueline Castel. ...