fevered drums and piano, the hard rock guitar twirls and curls just like a Cobra before the drawn-out climax. The Hat is Freiberg's showcase from James Brown punchy yelps, to some octave leaping soulfulness to a variety of other vocalisations like breathy vibrato trills and scooping all over the shop.
Goen Again is engorged with reverb and heady brew of melodious guitar slides and hammer-ons, Freiberg is on peak form with a gentle unrushed, hushed delivery against some Samba Pa Ti tones as the guitars' warm, glowing tone, paced tabla and tippy-toes piano create the same late evening chilled out vibe.
Fresh Air is a bracing windy blast of chamber reverbed Sanatana-esque Latin Blues vamping and noodling while tablas roll away and sudden stops punctuate the track with the echoes of the lats note ringin out in the cramped dank studio interior for a moment before returning back to the repetitive chords. The piano fills of the ending are my favourite, we soon get reprises of Just for Love and Wolf Run to bookend the album, which is fairly enjoyable if derivative of their fellow San Francisco acts who went onto bigger and better; prove me wrong that they don't just sound like an amalgam of Jefferson Airplane and Sanatana.
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