If you haven't noticed a hint of ‘country folk music for hippies' from the cover art and the title then; bless you, you won't notice listening to the cd. The music is surprisingly pleasant. It is so pleasant in fact that my father won't deride me for listening to "head banging rubbish" if I play it in his vicinity. He prefers Bob Dylan to the things I often subject him to. Speaking of, I think Dylan was one of the few tambourine wielding musicians that I could happily listen to. The tambourine is like the recorder – only bearable when played expertly.


I'm not ranting; I swear I have a point. Points being that, The Dolly Rocker Movement has exemplary tambourine skills. I don't feel the need to call their manager or the police and have one or either of them wrench the tambourine from their hands. What I'm essentially trying to say is that I never expected to appreciate music you could line dance to.


That said, it's heavier than I expected it to be. It's not all daisy chains and free love. Considering the liner notes prepare you for "flowering pyschedelia, chemical country and a dusty garage vibe", I suppose it's almost as heavy as said ‘genre' can be. Perhaps the best descriptor would be to suggest that it's like The Byrds had their rose coloured glasses removed. Electric Sunshine jangles – not in the sense that it's discordant, just that once I used the word I couldn't find another. I'm sure you'll feel the same if you listen. A vague clang of percussive instruments, heady lyrics and awesome reverb are coupled to create an intoxicating experience.


Sad Sally, arguably the perkiest track on the album, quickly became my favourite. Sally seems like one of the great rock and roll girls. Like Lola or Deanna. My knowledge of whether any of these women exist is irrelevant, let's assume they do. The girls are quite enigmatic and Sad Sally, whoever she is, is no different. Anyway, it's hard not to sing along and wave your arms about in a stereotypically 1970's manner.


I can't help but incorporate another glowing segway…Speaking of girls in music, my other favourites on the album featured female vocalist Ash Morgan. Will I See My Star, Sorry and Call All Angels have the inclusion of her wonderfully feminine voice in common. Her voice and the voice of Cindy Poulter and Claudia Perrin-Turi bring another dimension to the music. I'm not precisely sure, but to me, it seems to be what makes the music new, as opposed to ‘revival'.


Electric Sunshine is righteous, man. Oh I know, that's painful, but I challenge you to describe it in a more literary manner that still feels appropriate. The recording as a whole feels a little bit like a Sunday afternoon, the rain is coming in, you've got nothing better to do: very mellow.

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