Turn the book to a new page. Flame to cone, smoke in the sun’s motes of another new day. Step into the yellow flowered fresco on the wall. A wide open meadow. Walk through the grass. Horses on the horizon. A stand of tapped maples and music in the distance. Two guitars in harmony meet the low end rhythm halfway. Catch their shapes in silhouette, in your periphery, tucked in amongst talismans, trinkets, and tchotchkes.

You ramble towards the music.
And you don’t know why, but you start repeating a mantra
that you keep sweetly to yourself.

The perennial Junegrass’s S/T suite of ten new tunes picks
up where the Perpetual Stew left off.

It’s 43 minutes for strolling, rolling, reminiscing, and listening.
Home movie tape hiss and a choir of monster truck engines.
The sound of bells superimposed over three smiling curios
and one staring off in thought.

Chicago psychedelia has a flavor and Junegrass is the gold standard. Junegrass’s 4th effort is proof: it’s what it used to be, it always should have been, it is what it is right now. Never watered down, never artificial, straight from the source, made from the real stuff—packed up and destined for your ears.
- Nathan Dragon, Author of The Champ is Here