DELUXE REISSUE ON 180G VINYL AND WITH HEAVY SLEEVE! LIMITED TO 400 BLACK AND 100 BLUE-BLACK-SPLATTER COPIES! Chapter 24 (Sutra for a Psychedelic Punk-Out): Psychedelic! Surf! Pastiche! Washout! Once the buzzwords of a new tribalism for the more culturally adventurous of the baby boom generation, today such utterances have become somewhat jaundiced. And yet here we are, discussing Psychsploitation, the new album by Satan's Pilgrims, who've unabashedly transformed their signature surf sound into a dialoguefree sequence of mind-altering soundscapes meant to stone you. (That is a recommendation.) Psychsploitation is, of course, knowingly tongue-in-cheek. The kind of in-joke that makes you forget all about such high-minded psychedelic acts as the Grateful Dead and pine for the days of more immediate shit like Davie Allan's theme from The Wild Angels, space-rock records by the Spotniks, Mike Curb's Mary Jane soundtrack, the Rolling Stones' Her Satanic Majesties Request and Ananda Shankar's breakout sitar album from 1969.