What is it with Texas and outsider psychedelia? Ever since Roky Erickson and his Thirteenth Floor Elevators became the first band described in print as ”psychedelic”, there has been a special, rainbow coloured noise emananting out of the Lone Star State that seems to have no rational explanation attributable to habitat (peyote buttons excepted), the proximity of the Mexican border, or the weather. Perhaps it´s an Austin thing, that urban boehmian aberration deep in its Republican heart. The local motto is, after all, ”Keep Austin Weird”.

Ten years ago a surprising dub/psychedelic hybrid emerged in the form of Sub Oslo´s ”Dubs in the Key of Life”. That eight-man effort shares a similar meandering, patient pace in big space with Canartic. However, the duo of Jon Coats and Randall Peterson have a tighter grasp on their trippy reins which, as paradoxical as it sounds, gives the mind more room to move around within the music and vice-versa.

Impeccably steady drumming worthy of Style Scott anchors a soaring electric guitar speaking many tongues, all of them perfectly intelligible, and synthesizers that hum and ripple like wings cutting through the air or bubble like tropical fish swimming round the coral reef.

It´s a perfectly seamless jam that lays you down comfortably while it lifts your spirits. As one of the samples whispers, "it´s so fabulous".