Imagine a person really high, walking into the wrong room and at that moment in particular, in the wrong mood for such an endeavour, watching the film The Holy Mountain, and then trying to explain this experience to a friend a week later, and realizing it was a transcendent experience upon refection as he now understands why he suddenly quit his job, quit his social circles, and intends to pursue a life full of meaning and not that of middle management drudgery, a life full of no purpose whatsoever, an un-examined life until Ted showed up with the kush.
That is one story for this album.
The return of Yves Malone to music making after an many-yeared absence starts with a speculative score to Jodorowsky’s classic film that leans more into the slow, minimal and venerational affair of things: a pacing that of exalted breathing in a half-lit white-stuccoed room at dusk, under violet skies with the shudders thrown wide and the mind fully humming with bracing awareness.