Polígono Hindú Astral, an outfit affiliated with Gumshoe-approved Burka For Everybody label, have a way of making its albums your favorite on the shelf without going to great lengths to impress you. 67P doesn’t quite have the snap-crackle of 00110010, an LP PHA put out this year, but its highs are a bit higher, lows a bit lower. At times you’ll swear you’ve stumbled upon ecstasy for the ears, just be prepared for a bumpy ride through the programmatic universe of the post-prog synthwave era upon us. Polígono Hindú Astral seem manic, frenzied, and excited to be alive, but most importantly, they’ve done their homework. 67P never clumsily rips off Steve Hillage or Harmonia as it searches for identity, instead trusting in the heat of the moment to tell them what their hearts mean. But this ain’t ASIA (the band) dawg; I shouldn’t have to tell you that. PHA is for the children, a tingle-inducing stew of clean cuts that sparkle like diamonds even in darkness. Drink it in.
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