These songs create an intense atmosphere of forlorn longing, they transport the listener through an opaque passage where light exists densely like white billows of fog against the black. A passage simultaneously ascending and descending, and always tinged with sadness, like long forgotten secret stairways.

The Marijuana Pot Man is a singularly compelling voice extolling the virtues of opulent living. As a personality, he dissolves into a blissed-out cloud of blue sativa smoke pulsing gently to the relaxed beats of producer Remington Iron, which fall in folds of finest gold brocade. The listener wonders where the Marijuana Pot Man begins and Mammon ends. Indeed, the Marijuana Pot Man might be his most sympathetic avatar to date, reminding us that the purpose of riches are to delight the senses.