Just look at that cover. Hippie as fuck, no? Meet Wil Malone, with one L. Ex-member of psych bands: Orange bicycle and Motherlight. What? You haven't heard 'em? Well me neither. But this album stands out in its own right. His arrangements consist of acoustic guitars, cellos, organs, and some whimsical flutes, all baroque and shit. With his shaky geezer voice he swoons you with such tunes as "february face", which i dare you to get out of your head. We see his psych influence throughout but especially in the ghostly bridge in "love in the afternoon". This is a real nice listen, for everybody out there who's tired of hearing the same old Nick Drake songs.