Communal, here's-an-instrument-have-a-crack, hippie mastodon waltz-drone free jamming psychout. Achtung Amon Düül I heads, you know the drill. At the door exchange heavy Teutonic politiks for Swedish good vibes. Betimes, we stumble across group of Nordic psychedelic barn dancing fiends...most likely in the snow...at night....naked.
Harvester went on to form Trad Gras Och Stenar (Trees, Grass and Stones). This looser über-stoned earlier incarnation does not disappoint.
Oddi wrth y brawd