I listen to a lot of neo-psych. To hear my spouse talk about it, I only listen to neo-psych. But I’d like to point out that I also listen to vintage, classic and proto psych. And country psych and soft psych, and then there’s synth psych, garage psych, psych soul, psych jazz, prog psych and psych folk. Lots of psych folk. And folk psych. I’m into psychedelics, folks. Wand’s third record in about a year finds the band almost as bugged out as I am, using the studio like a water pipe, filtering nuggets of sunshiny pop through a murky solution of heavy prog. It’s heady, brah—more flange than that nitrous balloon I hit right before Tull in ’92. Haven’t really been the same since. But, yeah, Wand delivers dynamic, lysergic rock ‘n’ roll on burners like “Paintings Are Dead” and the elven frolic of album closer “Morning Rainbow.”
—Sean L. Maloney
