𝓣he viscous, obsidian tar of the heavy continuum has given way to polychromatic pastures and varicolored grassland, upon which four sonic monarchs raise a psychedelic Château. Nine towers round, with riffcasting bastions the habitat of acid darlings. A moat whose lysergic depth can't be sounded, with sweet demonic blossom abounding. Mojo dawning on the west breast of Helvetia, where the sound of music is deft psychedelia.
Favorite track: Dirty Corner Hotel.