If this album had no vocals, it would be an almost perfect psychedelic rock trip. I enjoy it most when I manage to ignore the uninspired blandness of the singer (he only opens his mouth here and there to spout triteness, luckily). The best way I have found to do this is put it on loud and leave the room (so the vocals become less distinct), let it fill the house, and get on with the cleaning, which is what I’m doing now…