I feel like I've fallen into some hypnotic dream within the cover cat's eyes, where the laws of music are slightly warped, genres blended, the melodies new. On the A side I'm a cat stalking a rat through the narrow alleyways of India. On the B side I enter the window of a basement cafe, where a yogi strums his sitar. My animal mind is pacified, and I realize there was never any rat. I lounge in pure bliss until the dream ends and I awaken once again a human, yearning for more Ramayana Soul.