Psilosamples - Mental Surf

There's something about eating the mushrooms in our front yard that makes sound a little brighter.  As we worked our way through Mental Surf, the birds outside took notice and started to chirp along with the beats.  The ambulance sirens circling our neighborhood found their space for a solo.  The police choppers overhead beat their propellers to the music.

Our mood became a bit more giddy.  We couldn't help but jump around to the skittering loops and electronic beeps and bloops.  Moments from the album are very familiar to groups like Land of the Loops, High Llamas or Django Django.  The territory is familiar, but the experience is under a different kind of influence.

Furthermore, Karat and I are SB1070s.  After we ate the mushrooms from our yard, the language on this album was suddenly unfamiliar, like Spanish being spoken underwater.  The writing on the album, too, started to swim around and multiply in vowels, while the letters themselves began to flourish across the album art.

So here we are, naked again in the front yard of our apartment complex, dancing with the birds, listening to the approaching sirens, banging our heads to the reverberations from the police helicopter overhead, and speaking in a new found tongue.  The biggest coinkydink about all these things converging on our apartment right now is that we only discovered this album as if heaven sent to our doorstep after we ate those yard mushrooms.

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