Psychedelic Rock

”Dark”, “melodic”, “spiky” and “atmospheric” are all overused words in the noble pursuit of describing sound. Still, they all seem oddly appropriate when trying to get a handle on what Sydney's Cabins are. With a sound that is uniquely theirs, they sift through rubble in the musical junkyard pulling out shards of glass and little treasures, and making them into songs.
Pounding basslines and drums intersect with woozy pianos and spiky guitars to carry tales of foreboding and unease up a strangely melodic path.

If the creation of a new star were audible, then we would sound like it. If one of those moments when life becomes conscious of itself had a song, then it would be ours. If getting lost in between the beats of a vast rolling groove was like floating through the orbits of the planets, then we would be your space vessel. So please, take off your shoes, sit down or move around, and let the music take you on a journey into Inner Space.

The incomparable Lewis Floyd Henry is just such a dude. In the age when MySpace and the blogosphere have become the conventional means of achieving rock stardom, this remarkable songwriter and performer has gone the ancient route of taking to the streets to broadcast his music.
For the past few years, like a Mississippi bluesman in the early 20th century, Lewis has pitched up on street corners around London, at Brick Lane, Borough Market and the South Bank, every time trousering a pocket full of loose change, but also gradually spreading the knowledge of his extraordinary genius.

The solo universe of Long Beach psychonauts Magic Lantern's guitarist Cameron Stallones. Spanning Spacemen 3 garage cosmos, Starving Weirdos coastal séance, and a healthy stratosphere of pan-dimensional astral feedbackers, Sun Araw floats freely from form to formlessness in the blink of a third eye. A great journey into white light dirge and dead distortion blues. Creepster tropical psychedelic drone for more creepsters like yrself.