Song Cyclops, Volume 2

Doleful Lions make a rather gorgeous whisper of sound; guitars picking out starlight bathed in swathes of keyboards; a rolling distant thunder of drums and voices that tiptoe... It's vaguely psychedelic, where thankfully the psychedelia is more the gentle thrill of Sagittarius than, say, the electric overdose and histrionics of a Hendrix or Cream. This is rock that doesn't rock at all, but sways, lost in summer breezes and the mythology of Smile bootlegs. - Careless Talk Costs Lives