Alternately thundering like badasses or lilting like latin lovers, this psych/prog gem comes out of one of the Latin American 70's scenes that few are yet hepped to. This was Totem's third, final and most developed album and and the luxuriant atmosphere on it is thick with drama. With wailing sax and weaving flutes to the fore on most cuts, their angle of approach here could be triangulated between Peru's Traffic Sound and Argentina's Malon and Bubu. Heady company indeed, but then this album's a motherfucker.
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