Come trip through a synthesis of pop and folk; there’s even a psychedelic history lesson. But first, let’s transplant a dilapidated antebellum estate to a distant desolate planet, where nights are spent on the porch smoking a pipe in a rocking chair next to a lazy hound, overlooking green comets steadily streaking and spatters of starry amber nebulas like permanent slow-motion fireworks. Now the atmosphere is just right for Dream Get Together, a fitting title for an album whose songs always begin calm with folk guitars and quiet rhythms before a sudden thrust forward sparks outward, climbing and building to the great gig in the sky, sending it spiraling each time into unpredictable territories.

Sure enough, check through the first five or ten seconds of every song (not counting “Return From Silence,” that’s a minute-long murmur interlude) and the songwriting begins with the same formula. Yet after the opening equation the tracks differ vastly: from the pop sunshine bubbling from “Dream Get Together;” to Haight-Ashbury touches on “Fortunate Sun;” to freakbeat zinger “Secret Breakfast;” to a Pink Floyd? concoction of folky space rock “Mirror Kisses;” to the prog romp of “Hunter;” the extraterrestrial Allman Brothers? textured “Careful With That Hat;” the sunset power ballad in “Tugboat.”

The songs are long too. Five of the seven tracks reach the five minute mark, and three of those are seven minutes long. But don’t be afraid. To suggest this method might become stale or haggard would misunderstand the constant modifying and altering precision of carrying pacified spheres toward hectic heights and descending carefully once again.