I don't know where you live, but around these parts shit has been heating up to an unbearable degree. Yesterday-100, today-upper 90s. That shit might make sense if you live in desert like climates, but for early June in the Chicago that's way too fucking hot. Keep in mind, I've lived here for decades and around this time it may get into the 90s occasionally, but 60s, 70s, 80s is much more common. So mentally, I headed south. This album exudes heat. Super hot, fuzzed up tropicalia that makes your mind think that the cover looks like a natural environment. This is by no means an undiscovered treasure of the whole Tropicalia scene, but it's utterly essential for those who want to melt their minds on a bullshit days as such. Fuck this...I'm heading to a tundra.