Excellent new cultic psych rock from an ensemble out of Minneapolis. This self-titled album is the group’s second and it’s an inspired amalgam of Spacemen 3-styled fuzz guitar, peaking violin drones and vocal hysteria. The group’s approach is directly comparable to a buncha Euro-zone freaks, specifically Amon Duul 2 (with female vocals that touch on Renate Knaup’s stellar work on Yeti) and Comus. The vocals occupy the hypnotic centre, with plenty of extended tongue, while the violin and guitar provide the steam, generating monolithic gravities ala Cale’s work on the first Velvets LP and – particularly – Simon House’s work with High Tide. They succeed in beaming all of these historical forms far into the future with a focus on the jam that is obsessively minimal and explosively psychedelic. If you’re tired of dudes in coloured sunglasses soundtracking Top Gun then this is the perfect balm, wild psychedelic ritual straight from the source. Recommended.