Back from the Future?
Thrust into an era of modern psychedelia, today’s pop music fans are being spoon-fed their daily dose of Woodstock through indie acts like MGMT and The Black Keys. The self-titled debut of psych-rock group Dust Galaxy isn’t afraid to sound spacey or even grungy at times yet doesn’t give in to the folk some indie artists rely on so heavily. The opening track, â€šÃ„ÃºSun in Your Head,â€šÃ„Ã¹ begs to turn listeners on with delayed funk grooves, occasional organs, and almost unnoticeable sitar plucks. Next on the trip is â€šÃ„ÃºLimitless,â€šÃ„Ã¹ which starts off like The Kinks sharing a tea party with Californiaâ€šÃ„Ã´s Cake. Lead singer (of Thievery Corporation fame) Rob Garzaâ€šÃ„Ã´s talk-singing clashes with the â€šÃ„Ã²60s L.A. ambience, enforced by Doors-y organ leads, and brings about attitude with an almost vintage â€šÃ„Ã²90s flair.
â€šÃ„ÃºMother of Illusionâ€šÃ„Ã¹ displays what â€šÃ„ÃºSun in Your Headâ€šÃ„Ã¹ had to offer, but this time with the same, slightly out-of-place talk-singing from â€šÃ„ÃºLimitless,â€šÃ„Ã¹ while â€šÃ„ÃºItâ€šÃ„Ã´s All Yoursâ€šÃ„Ã¹ marks the return of the sitar. Garzaâ€šÃ„Ã´s vocals feel at home as the trip-out plateaus to another India-friendly piece, â€šÃ„ÃºRiver of Ever Changing Forms.â€šÃ„Ã¹
â€šÃ„ÃºSons of Washingtonâ€šÃ„Ã¹ is a dub/reggae chill-out session minus the faux-Jamaican toasting. The album closes out with the simple and sweet â€šÃ„ÃºCrying to the Night,â€šÃ„Ã¹ which bears a slight resemblance to The Velvet Undergroundâ€šÃ„Ã´s â€šÃ„ÃºSunday Morningâ€šÃ„Ã¹ with actual singing and less talking. Dust Galaxy is almost a decent debut for a revival of â€šÃ„Ã²60s culture, but tired sounds bring the album down a few notches in versatility.