Hear This While High: 'Hollow Futures,' By Gary War
Behind the buzz: New Yorker Gary War is a sometime Ariel Pink collaborator whose new LP bears the self-explanatory title Reality Protest. Reckoned by the NME as one more "Stateside analogue acolyte" -- as if his exact like grows on every passing pine or jacaranda out here in the periwig colonies -- he sounds to my ears more like some magically displaced B-movie composer from the early 1980s. He displays a nice sense of the retro lysergic, especially on joints like his heroically overproduced cover of Alan Parsons Project's FM classic "Eye in the Sky," which sounds like what you'd expect to hear on an elevator ride to Mars: half Enoch Light and 50 percent Bruce Haack that severs your brain hemispheres entirely. His previous albums and EPs regularly draw the kind of reviews that make you think the critic has already slid off the drop-edge of coherence.
Today's weed: Super Silver Haze, a giddy sativa revered among the more energetic sort of teaheads. This strain is also good for watching old comedy films like The Lavender Hill Mob and laughing your ass off.
Palette cleanser: "Ticket to Ride" by Vanilla Fudge, as a kind of preliminary bombardment.
Psychoactive verdict: This being the kind of dope you spark up and immediately jump from your chair to do something else, it took all 6:04 of the aforementioned hippie hullabaloo to induce the proper receptivity to this churning pop sludge. The euphoric effect is rather like compressing some monster sixteen-minute Atem-era Tangerine Dream track into 3:24. Sick, dude.
The part where you know you're high: The track snaps off and you're sitting there stunned until the website's rude audiotone wakes you.
The part where you wish you were higher: The track starts again, the experience repeats, and, again, the audiotone sounds, bringing to mind the movie Groundhog Day. Thoughts of dust motes in a distant room entertain for an instant, then send you on a distracted search for Windex.
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