Y brawd involuntarily recalls Jon Anderson's vexing liner notes for Tales From Topographic Oceans (on the hunt for a "big theme" one day,flicking through Paramahansa Yogananda'sAutobiography of a Yogi ,and - bingo! - timeless principles of theshastras:The Revealing Science of God, The Remembering, The Ancient, and Ritual...).
Thus Dave Heumann & Co.'s conceptual journey through Carl Jung's mystical archetypes - snakes, spirit guides, preternatural landscapes, doubtless a white bird or two, that sort of thing - augurs poorly. The heaviest price is lyrical: There is a righteous band that's marching/ They're beating on drums and even speaking tongues/ They're passing plates along/ Clothed in garments of the sun. 'Struth.
(Beware too those ashen riders on shadow mares as you walk out beyond the barriers of what is said and known.)
Po-faced overreaching notwithstanding, here is one gratifying assemblage. Vintage psych-riffs, overdriven bass in grand heavy folk epic mode. Richard Thompson off on a spree down among houses of the holy. A strait-laced though oddly apposite Jimmy Webb cover mid-point crash lands into 10 minute closing juggernaut Song of the Nile.
All in all, stirring sexless stuff. Ye gods, we even encounter inner-searching oceans. Cosmic Jon would be proud.