Even if you’ve exhausted the Akarma Records catalogue, there’s always new things to discover. Another YaHoWha 13 culled from lost tapes? Awesome, I love psychedelic cult-rock. I’ve got a couple YaHoWha 13, albums and they’re all kinds of different. I have one that jangles like a dozen shamans in a sweat lodge for 40 minutes; one with meditative sitar jams while a man endlessly hums; one that psych-swells while a man endlessly howls; one that sounds like good early Allman Brothers; one that sounds like Amon Duul 1. This album, an amalgam of those YaHoWha 13 styles, is not for everyone, and, of course, out of this world and absolutely random. Blues jams next to chanting that escalates into maddening shrieks next to Howlin’ Wolf growls next to chimes and whistles and warbles of guitars. It should be noted that this has little to nothing in common with the previous Drag City release Songs From the Source, which was slicker and cleaner and had lots of female vocals. Remember, this band is a cult (for more info about them, go use the Internet), and the lyrics are spattered with their metaphysical teachings and rants on nature and spiritual quests. Mistaking their amateur techniques and sound recordings overlooks the charm and novelty of their authenticity. - Shawn Goldberg