Mild High Club
It makes sense that Alexander Brettin would pick up stakes and relocate Mild High Club from Chicago to Los Angeles; this stuff needs to happen in the sunshine. Or on the blotter. Mild High Club taps into that hallucinatory ’60s moment when harpsichords roamed the land, slinky guitar runs wrapped themselves around altered frontal lobes and giant caterpillars smoked hookahs of hash. The band’s debut album, the recently released Timeline, sounds like an unearthed reel that’s been baked (again) and restored to its psychedelic glory. It might even trigger a flashback. If you’re lucky.
You’ll Dig It If You Dig: All of The Beatles’ backward recordings compiled with The Beach Boys’ trippiest moments and dusted with lysergic sugar by Brian Eno. (BB)