0:14 mark.
When I bite into a york peppermint pattie, I get the sensation THAT I AM SLOWLY DRIFTING THROUGH SPACE TOWARDS AN INFINITE ABYSS WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD...OR THE UNIVERSE FOR THAT MATTER. Oh wait, that not when I bite into a piece of candy, that's what happens when this riff kicks in.
Soaring along for almost 7 minutes, this acid soaked jam fest will leave you unconscious in the middle of the Palm Desert, shirtless and sun scorched. It's a full on peyote trip, a psychedelic journey that you will want to put on repeat and stare into the sky.
It's the soundtrack of a western, if the lead character did nothing but slowly ride into the distance for an hour and forty minutes.
It's the soundtrack of a western, if the lead character did nothing but slowly ride into the distance for an hour and forty minutes.
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