I don't understand how this band continues to make the most genuinely great psychedelic revivalist music and still seems relatively unnoticed. This album is more of the same gorgeously grungy, heady, intricately structured and virtuously played psych that could have arisen from the most acid filled sweat cloud at woodstock - if the festival had been a Swedish affair. Like a loosely jazzed up version of Zep's more progressive stuff...kinda. Just buy this album. Gustav Ejstes is the most criminally unappreciated complete package in indierock today (if Dungen can even be said to operate in that realm), as he writes, performs, and records pretty much everything you hear on their albums. And if you ask me his records seem more like an incentive to learn the Swedish language. Much in the same way that it works for Sigur Ros, the fact that I have no idea what hes saying probably makes their records more enjoyable allowing his voice to remain as another instrumental layer rather than bare the potential burden of having him sing at me about love or magic or who knows what hes talking about. Any fans of Sigur Ros or Radiohead, Jimi, Zep, Jefferson Airplane, the Dead, jazz, Swedes, smoking pot, drugs in general, hope and freedom, or looking to have a good time will eat this up.