A looking-glass adventure for when you're kneeling on the floor of your cabin in front of a smoke-filled aquarium wondering where all the Hell's Angels riding banana boards came from. Sounds like a blizzard in the parking lot of a Dead show. On side B the glitter and glass flecks form a fine fog around you. Go ahead and breathe inwardly. What was in that? I don't know, but I think my American dream machine just turned on. Comes in cool-as-shit psychedelic swirl wrapped handmade box with reflective sleeve and information card.
