This is wasted, soulful cosmic Americana at it's very best, laced with toasty enticing jangling guitars, low-keyed romantic vocals, along with delicious melodic and airy harmonies that will ease a mile wide smile across your upturned face, wrapping itself around you like a warm comfy blanket, floating out songs that are smooth, rewarding, eerily time-worn, vaguely familiar and richly satisfying.

WHY NO US VINYL RELEASE?

The Beginner’s Mynd effortlessly manage to encapsulate those lustrous heady 60s nights, never straying far from the source material they’ve insightfully re-envisioned, where coming from me, who was there then, this is a mighty tasty bit of wax. During those daze, psych music had merely come of age, here the band lays down chords that are now all grown up, reminding us that 60’s psych music had these very same edges, and between those edges, fuzzed songs such as these danced like fireflies.

Elephant Stone have floated in a bit of bright transcendent psychedelic pop that flowers like a half remembered dream, shimmering in all the right places, yet held just out of reach with introspective vocals, surrounded by lush harmonies and meandering instrumentation, all coalesced around an enigmatic theme of longing … surrendering to the void.

Dare I suggest that this was the album John and Paul had envisioned, as the Beatles turned off their minds and floated downstream.

A jangling bright and airy bit of intoxicating couchbound splendor, delivered with kaleidoscope emancipation and grace, where dare I suggest that Anthony’s vocals are no longer deeply buried in the haze, brought forward here in a playful responsive insightful manner that will have you drifting back for more of this wasted perfection.

This bit of luxury is but a teaser for the upcoming album to be released later this year by Black Sand.

Review by Jenell Kesler

To those of you who were entirely disappointed by the sonic quality of the COLORED VINYL, allow me to assure you that the BLACK VINYL rights all of those wrongs. While I love the artistic nature of colored vinyl, please remember, there is often a huge and unsatisfying tradeoff for purchasing such.

The band have finally settled on a sound that's all their own, tweeting and reinventing their seductive rich melodic songs just enough to allow their terrific vocals, harmonies and jangling guitar instrumentation to shine nothing short of brilliantly. Nothing Lasts Forever has been soulfully crafted, bringing forth a sense of intimacy and longing, dancing forward philosophical numbers that are tender and rewarding, making it good to feel alone.

It goes without saying that the release doesn’t sound as floating as their initial outing did, yet it’s still an easy going affair, where as always, the things that appear most laid-back are often the most complicated to capture. You don’t just hear this album, you feel it, it’s warm, it's layered with magical musical and vocal harmonies, at moments it’s private and restrained, yet open-ended enough to cause you to stand preoccupied within your own thoughts, staring off into space.

In no manner am I suggesting this EP is not sound. What I am saying is that the number "Starchild" is the only song that seems to move as a natural progression from the album Idol Eyes, where to my ears, it's the singular and only worthy event on this outing.

Intoxicating euphoric ethereal psychedelic soul at it’s very best … and I do mean intoxicating, as the adventure never rises above heartbeat level, locked into a slow-paced groove bewitched by R&B inspirations from the late 60s and early 70’s that reach out of the darkness with an easy going vibe of love, joy and happiness.

Jenell Kesler

A deliciously romantic laidback wasted sunbaked adventure that simply smolders, rising up like heatwaves from the desert macadam to morph with the drifting clouds that seem to hover just out of reach. The number is light-handed and lightheaded, infused with small intoxicating effects that will leave your thoughts drifting back in time.

Jenell Kesler

Seriously, Steve Gunn is a warm blanket of stars, delightful couch-bound intoxication, an after season walk on the beach, light-handed and heartfelt, a haze of blue smoke that curls the corners of your mouth with anticipation ... at least that's how I feel about his tunes.

Jenell Kesler

“Underground Song of Peace and Madness” is a singular harmonic uptempo mid-summer blissful romp though the time and space in which we find ourselves living, eloquent and emotionally satisfying, like dancing beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free. (yeah, I stole that last line from a once famous man)

“Autumnal Jive” sees Send Medicine delivering a spacious delicious salutary and very sophisticated number, one filled with swirling delight and atmospheric emancipation, a song that dances brightly across my room, revealing a romantic new side to this remarkable band.

Jenell Kesler

"Mata Hari Honey" is a low-keyed, delightfully meandering hazed adventure that flows effortlessly, one filled with sonic harmonic presentations meant to delight those seeking trouble-free intoxicating couchbound splendor. There’s a grace and playfulness to hearing Send Medicine lay out their hushed vocals and deeply considered time-slip fuzzed guitars, filling each track with romantic modulations that move from the historic presence of the mid 60’s into the here and now without missing a beat.

You know that funny delicious feeling you get in your stomach when you take a dip in the road too fast, or when the sidewalk reaches up and grabs your foot for no good reason, well there you go, that’s just Send Medicine checking-in. On a lighter note, do you think it would be wise to drop acid with this wayward band of minstrels?

Great music from a great band too many dumb-ass Americans know nothing about.

Jenell Kesler

Smoking with an understated intoxicating haze, “Second Biggest Fan” dives in with crystal clear notes, hushed vocals, fuzzed guitars and a very haunting electric piano; coming on like pure lysergic, just before the trip truly takes charge of your central nervous system.

“High In the Rain” sparks memories of the nearly forgotten “Brother Louie” by Stories, floating gently through the ether, laced with a bit of swagger and stance, never rushing headlong, yet certainly captivatingly enchanting.

With the opening track “Corduroy” rocking me back, I was awash in a super intoxicating piece of bright refined psychedelic British pop that held my attention as little else has over the last couple of months.

I'm gonna admit it, no two ways about it, hearing this record as a collective is far better than considering the songs individually, as the sonic wholeness created is simply captivating.

Jenell Kesler

Dreamladen wasted neo-psychedelic pop at it’s very best. A song expertly woven, designed to keep you couch-bound, one laced with hazy layers of intoxication and swaggering delights, nearly too cool for words … sadly for me, the rest of their nocturnal adventures were not as delightfully constructed as the 4 numbers I’ve chosen to ride with through the summer.

Guys … give me more of this and I’ll gladly send you medicine, after all, I am the Night Nurse.

Jenell Kesler

Dreamladen wasted neo-psychedelic pop at it’s very best. A song expertly woven, designed to keep you couch-bound, one laced with hazy layers of intoxication and swaggering delights, nearly too cool for words … sadly for me, the rest of their nocturnal adventures were not as delightfully constructed as the 4 numbers I’ve chosen to ride with through the summer.

Guys … give me more of this and I’ll gladly send you medicine, after all, I am the Night Nurse.

Jenell Kesler

Dreamladen wasted neo-psychedelic pop at it’s very best. A song expertly woven, designed to keep you couch-bound, one laced with hazy layers of intoxication and swaggering delights, nearly too cool for words … sadly for me, the rest of their nocturnal adventures were not as delightfully constructed as the 4 numbers I’ve chosen to ride with through the summer.

Guys … give me more of this and I’ll gladly send you medicine, after all, I am the Night Nurse.

Jenell Kesler