Hot off the Swedish psychedelia revival of the past few years, Hills connect the dots to their country's rich and intoxicating past with a handful of new sepia-toned tunes.
Like their predecessors unholy trinity of Pärson Sound, International Harvester, and Träd Gräs Och Stenar, Hills penchant to stretch out beyond, performing what feels like openly casual exhortations into intricate Eastern tones and primal hypnotic rhythms.
These four tracks sit deeply buried in oblivion, bones, skin, sweat, grooved with fearless intensity with no diminution of the interplay, spontaneity, and feeling onstage, the band are entombed in mantric repetition while the vapor trail of The Byrds' (Untitled) epic; "Eight Miles High" descends into an Elysian Field, where the dead enjoy happy tranquility, until they come to life and rise up again.
1 National Drone 13:09
2 Frigörande Musik 14:06
3 Master Sleeps 14:26
4 Och Solen Sänkte Sig Röd 13:59