I don't know much about this band and there isn't much to find. They are from San Francisco (Haight Ashbury supposedly -but that may be an image enhancer) and are described by others as psychedelic rock, I get that it's trippy in a sense but mainly The Garden just kicks ass in the old fashioned way. As I age my tastes become mellower but it's nice to find that I can still get cranked up when the sound is there. On the bands website this is how they describe themselves:
"As the million billion suns die, they coalesce into one singular form of energy, before they explode into super nova. It is the vanishing point, where you and me don't matter, but we do. And so do you. Yes You. We are all Dying Suns, sewn into the same fabric. Endlessly dying, constantly living, in the pattern of the infinite universe."
I don't know about all that but The Garden blows a few more holes in
"in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I'd love to turn you on."
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