San Franciscan experimental rock’n’roll quartert, Wooden Shjips, sail far into the fading sunset where the Doors open to Spacemen (3) guarding the entrance of a once familiar route occupied by the Jefferson Airplane. A place mixed with primitive ghosts dancing on a psychedelic moonscape with a cosmic whisper of Hawkwind. A rhythmic primitivism of tribal dance drone grooves and lost vortexes into the 4th dimension.

Here’s a sample from their Wooden Shjips [Bonus Disc]

New Wooden Shjips Album, West is out now..