Bleep

White Hills play vintage psychedelic rock and hail from New York. It's all here, heavy motortonik riffing, moogs and Korgs set to outer space settings, mantra-like vocals about cosmic stuff, drugs and the future. The problem is it's all a bit too perfect in that it could have been made in the mid 70's, and for this lot time seems to have stood still between now and then. That's fine in some ways, the music stands up on it's own as good music, just wish their psychedelic vision wasn't so vintage.