...mad mixture o' bad temper'd electric blooze'n screechin' country blooze laid over th' top to allow th'lazy vibes o' th'latter to mingle'n coagulate with th'former...some heavy doom vibes that could only be osmosis by diggin th' grooves laid down 30/40years earlier by th' one'n only son house...inevitably some goodtime hokum appears as it did on many yanquee hippee wax back in them late 60s hazydaze but this sounds kinda more 'authentic'(term used relatively)...trk4 is well interestin as a kinda hard rock velvets vibe appears courtesy o' th'cat gut scratchin' that carries on throughout...trk5 is th'obligatory looong number that all LPs worthy o' underground recognition had to have, with ballroom sonic manglin' from th'guitar'n drum solo plus th'singer(ellen mcilwaine) gives off great ethereal moans'n voodoo shouts...some tribal chantin conjures up th' ghosts from clarksville'n beyond to other continents'n on into th'mists o' mystic time...good rudimentary stereo pannin always a plus with these ancient hippy biscuits...