the only discernible thread being main man, Ray Monde’s distinctive, hushed vocals, that melt into wave after wave of psychedelic whimsy

It's a pleasantly microdosed, bittersweet, consummately crafted and timeless alt-pop gem that's been on repeat the last few days.

The ghosts of the twentieth century acid folk and double dropping folk rock pioneers loom large, and let's face it that's no bad thing