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When sped up, their voices sound almost elfin, as in the second song, "I Do Dream You," a frenzied '60s-a-go-go pop number featuring a solo of someone handily letting the air out of a helium balloon. From that point on, the album drifts into a lazy, floating feeling of euphoria. Sandwiched between parts one and two of the languid and sleepy "The Garden" is "Hessesopoa," the album's only moment resembling the elements of a bad trip. Monstrous voices mumble and moan incoherently amidst a noisy organ breakdown, and clattering drum noise lasts for seven-and-a-half completely unlistenable minutes. Once it's over, though, the album goes back to its strange ways, coming to an appropriate end with the incredibly trippy and aptly titled album-closer, "Nothing Makes Sense." Indeed.
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