Mata Llama was and is an ongoing musical project comprised of myself and three close freinds. How can it be described? Explorations in psychedelic meaderings and musical voyages? Possibly. Mysterious and sometimes dark soundscapes from the outer mind? Probably. Raw streaming head music from the soul? Definitely. This studio recording was pressed onto 500 pieces of vinyl only. If you like this kind of thing, it's the kind of thing you'll like!
...a commanding, memorable argument for the appreciation of prog-rock jammers in the modern era.... best of all, it showcases musicians making new from old, with few concessions for today.
- Doug Mosurock, Dusted
The album crawls through the molten blackness stopping only briefly to add chunks of rubble and debris to its twisted and tortured form. Underneath the undulating cloud form that threatens rain at each minute, there lies a blues base that lets itself through... Elsewhere though its pushed deeper into fuzz channeled nightmares and scorched sky lamentations. Though its old to the band its new to the world and rightly secures Matta Llama's reputation as psychedelic innovators.
- Raven Sings the Blues
...fleets of heavy drums and sky-kissing wah-wah guitar giving it a classic Guru Guru freak-out feel – but it’s dusted down with some seductively weird abstract instrumentalism, with keyboards, fuzz and drums building shadowy shapes that add a beautiful layer of confusion to the more straighahead psych rock passages. And when I say straight ahead I mean High Tide, the Spectator label, Martin Weaver…
it’s that kinda bomb.
- Volcanic Tongue
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