So sings a band called on a song called "Acid," which arrives about halfway through 's 2017 compilation . A cousin to the dark, heavy , isn't as foreboding as much as it's fried. Sure, there are plenty of fuzz guitars and plodding drummers among the 18 unknowns on this collection of post-hippie burnouts from the '70s, but the overall effect is much lighter. This is partly because these bands still value a swinging groove -- they may not be able to execute it, but they value it -- which helps give the music a bit of air, air that's filled with ragged harmonies and churning organs in addition to the omnipresent fuzz. Nearly every song here concerns drugs, so this can often play like a trip gone bad -- which is precisely what the title promises! Naturally, the promise of such heavy bummers is the appeal of , and thankfully, it delivers. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine