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Help Your Satori Mind
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Lao Shorai
07:44
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Ryujin
13:29
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Baby Callin' Me Home
07:21
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Cosmic Green
19:50
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Long Jamming
15:21
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Cosmic Invention Tokyo, Japan
Side project from the golden era of Masaki Batoh's Ghost! Instead of the spirituality-infused temple-raiding of the mother band, Cosmic Invention sought to play — loud and hard — in the spirit of their youthful inspirations.
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Masana Temples
by Kikagaku Moyo/幾何学模様
supported by 28 fans who also own “Help Your Satori Mind”
Oh how I long for this album in vinyl format! Such smoothness. Such warmth. Such execution. This music begs to be taken along and woven into memories. Everyone I’ve shared this album with has loved it. The music speaks far and wide. Shouting out to a fellow follower, Brian Lehmann, for his excellent taste in music. If not for him, I likely would have never stumbled upon this absolute gem!
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Deep Fried Grandeur
by Ryley Walker And Kikagaku Moyo
supported by 22 fans who also own “Help Your Satori Mind”
we go to last live in tokyo. love sound
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Live at Tubby's
by 75 Dollar Bill Little Big Band
supported by 21 fans who also own “Help Your Satori Mind”
Long-form trance-y rhythmic jams, with a fun shambling edge, sounding like a cross between music from Africa's Sahel region crossed with a Tom Waits instrumental...
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Move To The Trees
by Winter McQuinn
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs.
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Notebook Fantasy
by Chicano Batman
Chicano Batman expand their sweet sound and push the boundaries of Latin indie on their latest LP.
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Sharp interplay, kaleidoscopic influences, and verdant textures push the Chicago band's instrumental boogie to transcendent new heights.
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Stone Garden
by Kikagaku Moyo/幾何学模様
supported by 20 fans who also own “Help Your Satori Mind”
If you were in an industrial accident in the rubber bullet factory at which you are a shift supervisor, but for whatever reason that particular day you decided to use all your braided rawhide leather belts to sandwich pillows around your body instead of wearing clothes to work, and by so doing you survive the accident... this is that, but more guitar-forward.
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