“*Field Recordings from the Sun* starts off like the next drum circle over from the No-Neck Blues Band-- congas, singing bowl, "heaven bells", "camel bells", and other contraptions rattle over the horizon like a VW bus full of chandeliers. But that's just the intro: it suddenly drops off and you're hit by a screeching, high-end rock assault. A pounding rhythm section bursts in, followed by bare-che”
