Have you ever wondered to wander, to gander up at the sky and see something so outlandish as a spaced out reggae band eeking out doom-cobbled southern licks that permeate the star system with love and groove. With rockin' organ licks backed by hefty bass and guitar this album could be played instrumentally with still quite a bit of punch but throw in that rogue harmonica and those deep-fried vocals and you've got a damn good smoothie with equal parts Hawkwind, Clutch and old school ska music. Pop this one in to your ship's sound system, light a spliff and kick back for one hell of a smoked out ride.
SPACE POPE IS GUNNA STEAL YOUR SOUL
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