In which Evening Fires see the light, and, through the use of secret backwoods sonic distillation techniques, transmute it into psychedelic musical experiences. The refining process is key: Original recordings were gathered in root cellars, churches, and all-wooden rooms around central PA, then reverently transformed via the magical mystery machines of BW’s migrating studio. The results? Well, you got some sanctified rural acid rock, jubilant space-synth testifying, interplanetary ritual ethno-foraging (Mars bass), and a solid helping of hellfire and brimstone. At one point the album’s working title was Stoned on Jesus Love; what more do you need to know? Five tracks, 54 minutes.

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