quirky pop 801
Contrast is the key here. Or not. Either this is weird or is isn't. I'm too tired to tell. I like the drum thing. Or I don't. Actually this gets quirkier by the minute the more I listen...

TXRadio
Love the fuzz & big reverb. Trippy, droning mixolydian acid rock.

Time Pieces
It's good to hear some old-school psychedelic jams. Fuzztone, heavy reverb, and Eastern-style vox are NOT dead. Really hip material that carries you along in the tripped-out wash.

Magic Swirling Ship
mysterious

Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 8
Tell me moher. Tell me moatst. Well, old Humber was as glommen as grampus, with the tares at his thor and the buboes for ages and neither bowman nor shot abroad and bales allbrant on the crests of rockies and nera lamp in kitchen or church and giant's holes in Grafton's causeway and deathcap mushrooms round Funglus grave and the great tribune's barrow all darnels occumule, sittang sambre on his sett, drammen and drommen, usking queasy quizzers of his ruful continence, his childlinen scarf to encourage his obsequies where he'd check their debths in that mormon's thames, be questing and handsetl, hop, step and a deepend, with his berths in their toiling moil, his swal- lower open from swolf to fore and the snipes of the gutter pecking his crocs, hungerstriking all alone and holding doomsdag over hunselv, dreeing his weird, with his dander up, and his fringe combed over his eygs and droming on loft till the sight of the sternes, after zwarthy kowse and weedy broeks and the tits of buddy and the loits of pest and to peer was Parish worth thette mess. You'd think all was dodo belonging to him how he durmed adranse in durance vaal. He had been belching for severn years.