The second joyously, paradigm-challenging album from the cutting edge, new-psychedelic, Camembert Electrique-like, personal agit-prop, guitar-strangling, San Francisco-based band destined to rule it's own piece of cheese and give free purple-fur homburgs to the world in the fullness of time.

And - it contains a message to YOU!

Imagine it's 1968, and you only listen to Herman's Hermits - then you go and see Gong... It's not too late I tell you - it's more fun out of the comfy chair.

This is an album that just grows and grows in stature and contains a couple of my all time favourite Daevid compositions. It may be sacralige to say so, but Gong would be a force and a half, not just the wonderful twinkling secret society that we seem to be, if it could but take on board some of the sensibilities of this lot. But hey it's great to have both - but we definitely need both.

Find out why here.