Sounds of chimes, gongs, angelic voices male and female. An unseen hand pulls back a curtain, exposing a room filled with beaded sights and melting lights, incense stenches and the smells of foods fit for gods. The sound’s engaging the movement of all in attendance, who are involved in the humanitarian orchestra of peaceful sound happening right now, for the sacrifice of the burdens put on us. Heightened by the senses, organized folk freedom makes you feel aware of emotions you seemed to have forgotten. Someone hands you some reefer, another points out an acoustic guitar sitting alone with no one to strum it, and before you know it you’re part of a living landscape of tantric Babylonian psychedelic meditation. A warm beating heart of an ensemble led by the skilled Doc Dunn in a cold cage of a city. Feel these babies breathe, Side A from a living room, Side B including an audience. Put down that plastic fork you’re holding, its comfort food will never satisfy you again. Come heal your soul in these pure vibrations.