Grounding the skyfloat soloing with a Texan outsider vibe and more solid strumming, the link to traditional forms remains despite the psychedelic reach. There are yielding chipped chimes throughout "One," a sense of displacement pervading the music. A pensive and lost feeling melody is coaxed into standing out on its own, MacGregor hinting at folk roots. Strands of reality are separated out as layers come and go, his wayward vocals straining to be understood. The closing "The Flow of Time" is free of this tension, a blown mind liberated in the breeze of the fuzzy guitar halo. Growing into a furious white light chant of feedback, there's the kind of fire worthy of his colleague in The Bark Haze.
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