Beautiful and stoned...
Flights of lyrical fancy from the flower child poster guy magically woven around ego-free lead and chordal wizardry of Bachian complexity. A psychedelic sonic palette delivered with delicious, effortless and impish ease - a little wink to the wings, big universal smile, “Ah man, did ya see that, wasn’t that a trip?”
All the guns are spiked with roses, and this is dynamite with a laser beam. Revel in the trip, find a field, watch the sun rise from the bottom of the sea and let yourself stand next to his Fire.