This album is a trip. But it’s no Flaming Lips ego tripping. PSYCHO/TROPIC is a reigned in cosmology with indie folk stardust sprinkled throughout a web of stellar production. Whenever you start to think the surreal floaty nature of these tunes threaten to overwhelm, the band pulls back into simple acoustic pickings. Yes, sitar noodlings and chimes and harmonica and soft keys and lush strings account for beautifully layered tracks, but they are perfectly placed within the context of each song. As the album progresses it’s impossible not to fall under the spell of Joshua’s vocals. His voice is as smooth as a Persian kitten, and delivered on cotton candy clouds. Sweet, but never sickly.