Don’t mind if I do. (Of course, I’m a bit partial to the Drone [and lesser drones in general] so an invitation to follow is usually RSVP’ed posthaste and with alacrity [often at the same time].) Sounds like the better parts of Primal Scream’s catalog got in bed with the bluesier parts of JAMC’s catalog while sexting the Spacemen 3, resulting in a frenzied bout of metaphoric love-making that clocks in at about 4 ultra-tight minutes, rather than the Spacemen’s usual 9 minutes+ spent trying to locate/stimulate the E-chord/G-spot. Expansive, but concise.
Not from Around Here, or so you would think based on the additional “u,” but oddly enough, Secret Colours are native Chicagoans and, as is the style of the time, also available via robotic overlord Facebook.