The aging, gelatinous hippy archetype-- secreting hash oil from his pores, noxious fumes from his brain, melting into a sofa as a haze of kaleidescopic ether swirls above-- would regret long ago trading his turntable for the complete Dick's Picks if he was made aware of the fantastically lucid psychedelia made by Cankun. The previous album by the Frenchman also known as Vincent Caylet, Culture of Pink, was a sidewalk surfer's sweatlodge soundtrack. But whereas Pink still contained the kind of haphazard jamming that made Stunned Records a cult hit, Cankun's new LP for Hands In The Dark, Only The Sun is Full of Gold, takes the gravel out of the mix and aims for interstellar territory. There are smooth washes of guitar a la Fennesz and Bitchin Bajas, electronic conniptions that recall Sun Araw's live work, with injections of lo-fi electronica that Caylet explores in his other project, Archers By The Sea. The entire album is a strong effort: a solar system of smooth synth melodies held together by an asteroid belt of 808s and tropical rhythms.
Only The Sun is FUll of Gold is out May 4 on Hands In The Dark.