from the LP Dandelion Gum, Graveface Records, 2008It’s been snowing for a few days, and that means yours truly has a higher marijuana intake, so off we go on a little adventure: a nautical interplanetary voyage born of weed, magic mushrooms and dense soggy forests, cultivated by heady gnomes who seek audio truth, ingested by those willing to take the polysynthetic journey---this is the world known as Black Moth Super Rainbow. They do what they do, and they do it so fucking well. Of all the things I love about this band, I think the one aspect that keeps me coming back for more is that ever-present and fateful vein of doom & calamity which is laced atop everything they do, peeking around the corners of their musical collages like sleep-dep shadow people, not exactly threatening in an off-putting way but always lurking, preventing their brand of kaleidoscopic lunacy from ever drifting near the FDL (fromage demarcation line). Strawberry Fields on the moon, for real dude…
