The duo of Tommy Guerrero and Josh Lippi are back at it again for a 3rdth album from this dream band. Surfing on the success of West Winds (2022), the 2 musicians have once again isolated themselves in the desert with the same constraints as for the 2 previous albums (few instruments, a new virgin repertoire and limited time) to create an album that resembles the others but strangely puts less emphasis on the guitar – a strange choice for a project where the interest is precisely the guitar.
We’re still floating in the desert, with a few marijuanic scents carrying us towards the setting sun, but we’re coming to want to lie down too. It was already mellow, more relaxed than Tommy Guerrero’s solo work, and had little or nothing to do with Josh Lippi’s solo work or that of the Overachievers. With a mix that doesn’t emphasize the guitars and cleaner compositions, the sand is lost: you’re driving more in the middle lane of the highway than through the dunes.
Too bad, I worship Tommy Guerrero and I’d love to love everything he does, but this album just isn’t worth it. Not bad but bof, better to go back to Singing Sands (2020), essential debut album for fans of mexican-desert rock with sand.
