I'm not usually one for psych rock, but every once in a while, when the moon is just right, I fall under that moody spell.
Sleepy Sun are a San Francisco-based five-piece whose latest release is a sludgy trip, lost in a forest of fuzzy, psyched out guitars. Deep tones and ambient currents flow throughout the 7" which includes both "The Lane" and "11:32" "” my personal preference favoring the latter.
Somewhere in that mess of long hair, droning instrumentation, and echoing frequencies is a message, reverberating like some sort of wicked dream that you can't exactly remember, but you're sure it took place.
Listening to Sleepy Sun for the first time, I'm pretty certain I've just been initiated into some pagan cult, and though I'm not sure what kind of magic they're working with, I'm willing to walk bare-foot in that mossy place to find out.
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