"For Chicago fans of psychedelic pop, there are only two words they need to know - Plastics Hi-Fi... in the recording studio (either with Flaming Lips and Mercury Rev producer Keith Cleversley or on their own home setup), they are truly the masters of their doamin, veering from lushly orchestrated Pet Sounds pastorales to Syd Barrett-era Pink Floyd forays through the depts of inner and outser space."
Before you lull into sleepland, give a sloosh to Plastics Hi-Fi. Lay all nagoy to the ceiling, glazzies closed and slooshy the sluice of the lovely sounds. The guitars crunch redgold under the bed while the timps roll through the guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. And then, like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, enter the lilting guitar line or the touchy keyboards and feel the cage of silk round your bed. As the lovely music glides to its glowing close , cry aaaaaah with the bliss of it. Starry and strong, you're now ready to cross the border.