Aussie psychtronauts (wow, sorry) are here, in the States, playing shows with MGMT and revving up for a headlining trio of shows in NYC later this month that will be blogged to death. This is because the kaleidoscopic flangery of Cream riffs and Dungen pastoral swirl called Innerspeaker is incredibly immersive and fairly ruling, and also possibly because people are watching this pair of bong songs the band set to film in a fittingly sylvan setting for YoursTruly in conjunction with Ear Of The Beholder: "Solitude Is Bliss" backed with "Why Don't You Make Up Your Mind?" Herein it's revealed their rhythm section wears petrified rock necklaces (drums) and have hair as natty as Claire from LOST (bass) because obviously, and that the band likely knocked out their album in a single studio session because how are they so dialed in while sitting in a field of grass?
"Solitude Is Bliss"
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"Why Don't You Make Up Your Mind?"
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You can take this one:
Tame Impala - "Runway, Houses, City, Clouds"
