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Japanese freakout drone wizards Acid Mothers Temple return for their 3rd release on Ace Fu (and their 20-something-th in general). This time the soul collective takes an hour plus crack at exploring the Daimoku Buddhist chant "Nam Myo Ho Ren Ge Kyo" Slowly but steadily piling on the guitars, keyboards and theremin, Acid Mothers take you on a journey to the center of the "drone zone." Much like their American contemporaries Sunn O))) Acid Mothers construct massive castles of sound but unlike their counterparts AMT adorn their ramparts with instruments as varied as flute, glockenspiel, tambura, sarangi, and hurdy-gurdy, making for a tapestry of cosmic vibration that rockets you to the center of your mind.