A fever dream of an album, from some alternate 1960s timeline. At times downright scary (Who Are The Brain Police?) and others beautiful (How Could I Be Such A Fool) but it's all full of fascinating little details. Anyway The Wind Blows is brilliant, crystal chimes echoing the guitars. We get full on blues rock on Trouble Every Day. No one is safe from their satirical jabs. Help I'm A Rock opts for surrealism, and It Can't Happen Here is jazzy before devolving into doo wop a capella? The closing track begins with an almost indescribable rhythm. Part art rock, part bad trip. There's no real melodies or lyrics, but snatches of insane voices and chopped up, dissonant percussion that Autechre would be proud of. I begin to start questioning my sanity. Five stars.