Cabinessence

Borne out of the patchouli-soaked rainforest of Oregon's Willamette Valley, Cabinessence peppers its space-hippie country with sultry, Bolan-esque glam rock and bizarro flashes of ass-shaking motor-city funk. Slapping drums and angular guitars, ghostly pedal steel and syrupy Hammond organ, a trio of voices with soft hands and sharp teeth meditating over melodies both foreign and familiar. The ghosts of Brian Wilson and Phil Spector haunt these walls—or they would, if either of them were dead.