Without the flesh of strong arrangements or in-your-face production, Perry all too easily dissolves into pure disembodied voice. But here this is a plus. The effect can be grating at first, but over the course of a CD his uninterrupted babbling turns into an echoplex mantra, a jazz scat solo in search of a suitably cannabis-glutted combo. Dream ticket: Perry and ex-members of French space-rockers Gong.
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