Solo instrumental acoustic guitar. Folk, maybe not on a psychedelic voyage, but at least tripping. Oh, to spend one day in the mind of a late 1960s hippie who decides to name his latest composition 'Earth (revisited)'. Closes with the appropriate quartet of 'Today was no tomorrow', 'The Formentera moors are stomping tonight', 'Crystal lakes of frangipani' and the title track, on which the sudden appearance of crystal percussion -probably played with his feet- truly approaches mind expanding lift off.
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