Two decades before released this, his first solo album in 30 years, walked into the founding member's Future Music, a somewhat ironically named Los Angeles shop specializing in vintage instruments and gear. facilitated 's interest in analog recording, and the two swapped knowledge about records. became a one-man band with engineering and production skills, but he has enlisted (primarily as guitarist) for all of his projects, from the soundtrack, to the albums, to the and sessions. also narrated , 's conceptual synthesizer excursion. The majority of these LPs have drawn from psychedelic soul and rock. This showcase for , however, takes sonic acid mania to the hilt with 's cracking hip-hop-grade drums as the foundation. Likewise, the creep factor brought to is heightened here to an eldritch level as a singer -- what if had an LSD casualty brother? -- whether he's urging listeners to join his "Religion of Death" or making lysergic observations like "Funny how the mirror stares at you." When addresses his subject on a high wire with "The net waits for you," the floor somehow seems like a less terrifying option to break the fall. These hallucinations are tricked out with much of the same tools heard on 's other releases -- the diseased-sounding analog synthesizers, soothing/eerie Mellotron, glockenspiel, and 's electric sitar among them. The only other figure in on the madness is , somewhere in the mix on the last two songs. Did he make it out? ~ Andy Kellman