So sayith Fuck You, Counselor,
"Maybe it's the disembodied whisper of the Suni McGrath record [I just bought] from the other room, but this plopped down in comfort county, hat back and feet up. Go ahead, get acquainted! Working with a measly edition of 200[-ish], These Wonderful Evils (one Z. Boerger) continue the odd but commendable plight of linking the Takoma legacy of modal/eastern takes on Americana (& all the gravy that's come to entail) with the kind of wobbly, time-smushing crumb of latter-day Japanese psych. To think: somebody beat Higgs to it! But I don't wanna couch this anywhere it ain't comfy. I'd believe just about any story one could devise about this act: a lost LSD-March LP, a Rock Critics side project overseen by Dave Brock, or even something to spill out of the extended Residual Echoes convoy. Fire away. Sense is to be made, not found."