The Sunday Night Mind Melt presents three hours of sounds in search of space, for all prisoners of this delicious eternity.
We inhabit the space between the four musical poles: jagged crystalline structures of rock and complete immersion in oceans of sonic bliss, jewels of spontaneous thought and the eternal recurrence of the riff.
With total disregard for temporal boundaries or spatial constraint, our only reference points are the vast slowness/coldness of the celestial voices, and the mysterious seismic cadence of our dutifully crumbling earth.
Not too avant, but definitely not too mainstream. Not too prog, but definitely not too hip. Tune in, turn on, and drift restfully into the oblivion of another week…