SHUGA SAYS:

You might recognize this peacoat-adorned messenger of the sacred order of psych rock tickling some keys behind other Chicago psych-lords, Lucille Furs, but here we are welcomed into his own little private island of folky, fuzzy, imagination. Yes sir, grab a kayak, some paddles, a doob (for good measure, ya never know), and prepare for a lazy river ride through the cerebral folds of local acid-folk warlock, Constantine. You've got yourself the golden ticket here with Day of Light, buddy. And Constantine is your Mr. Willy Wonka.