Once the singer for the garage psych gods The Mirrors this album finds Greg Ashley throwing it all against the wall. The album starts in typical Mirrors/Gris Gris fashion with disembodied laughter floating over drunken piano chording as music slowly percolates into the room, the vocals cooing something about sugar and mirrors. What follows is a lot of woozy vocals, star cluster guitar notes, Moe Tucker styled percussion, and the room ambiance of a haunted house. For anyone who is a fan of The Seeds or 13th Floor Elevators this album will be very coveted as Greg Ashley seems to be single handedly carrying the torch for that “sound”. Greg Ashley has found a great balance between face melting psych and solid pop songwriting, this is as good a starting point as any to start paying attention. Out on the Birdman Records, grab it for a dollar.
Tags: birdman records, greg ashley, gris gris, the mirrors
