I decided today to listen to my album in the evening - something I never do; I normally listen to this shit at 5am. But today, randomly, I chose 8:30pm. For added context, I had a dose of my medicinal cannabis about 20 minutes ago. The medicinal cannabis has now alleviated both my back pain and most other bodily sensation, then dialled my imagination up to 11. And also today, randomly, my album is this psychedelic little number - which I am currently listening to on my noise-cancelling, sit-right-near-to-my-eardrum headphones in the dark. Russell and his producer understood the assignment. Sonically, it floats around inside your head - the panning of instruments, along with the ECHO (he said the thing!), really makes it feel like your skull cavity is a giant acoustic space, just ready to be filled with odd sounds, plings and plongs, something that could be a bass guitar played with a violin bow, sporadic wacked-out singing (it might be words, it might not, I dunno) and lots of really pointedly-empty noise. It's ridiculous and it's only borderline "actual music", but it's happy, silly and as trippy as it fucking gets. Definitely the most undeserved 4/5 I've handed out here.