Opening with some ethereal sounds from out the plastic recorder of our youth, Sunburned Hand of the Man only gets weirder the longer you sit with it. This mesmerizing exploration into 90s psych rock becomes increasingly unhinged and powerful as it continues. Good both for the meditating mind, and any and all nostalgic lotus-eaters, and especially those latter-day rockers who like myself went running off to the far end of the world to end up lost in Japan or Indonesia, or tucked among the foothills of the Himalayas, say, and camped out at a Tibetan monastery. This one’s for you, man!
Sunburned Hand of the Man at the Green Street Grill [11/30/97]
