Let's see...My Ipod, stereo receiver, and ionic breeze all just decided to crap out on me. Couple this with the fucking humidity and you've got youself one pissed off jerk (and no, this isn't some solicitation for donations). So when I need to unwind I like to blast the old A.C. right in my face and listen to this modern soul-psych masterpiece. Backed by the Dirtbombs, Nay Dog really let's it all out. Mayer was able to knock out one more album after this (good, but not as good) before he stroked out a few years back. But at least we'll always have this.