Celebrate the equinox with the psychedelic sludge-prog of our fabulous Wiccans. This is seriously hypnotic, riff-heavy stuff, but it’s twisted as well. Synth squeals collide with unexpected flute runs, and it never sounds like Jethro Tull. The vocals are chanted like incantations far more often than they’re sung. Wear very comfortable shoes, because you’re liable to be stuck in place with serious slackjaw the first time you behold this strange, great band.