Psychedelic Reviews
16 Psychedelic records in the Certified Archive. Every one of them earned five rainbow thumbs-up, because we only publish reviews of records we think are great — so treat this page as a listening list rather than a ranking. Newest first.
The Drin's 'I Lost My Way For Centuries' Is a 75-Minute Attic Epic That Never Loses the Thread
Twenty-three tracks, seventy-five minutes, self-produced and recorded in an attic for Feel It Records. The Fire Note gave it 4.5/5 and called it their best album yet; Sun 13 called it a tour-de-force and the band's most dynamic record.
Biita Houdei's 'This Bed Was Made For Me' Is a Silken Masterpiece of Canyon Folk
Lisa Houdei, formerly LéPonds, makes her debut-ish on Father/Daughter Records: thirteen psych-folk songs recorded over ten straight days, produced by Haley Heynderickx in her first lead-production role, with Buck Meek dropping in. No Depression hears Carole King and CSNY in the harmonies.
Angela Autumn's 'Believer' Is a Gloriously Overgrown Masterpiece of Stacked Guitars
Twelve songs from the Nashville songwriter's first full-length since 2021's Frontiers Woman, out on Gar Hole Records. Produced by Isaiah Beard at Club Roar, it runs honky-tonk, psych-rock and clawhammer banjo through the same tape and comes out sounding like one thing.
Misha Panfilov's 'Where the Birds Fly' Is a Sun-Warmed Masterpiece of Analog Patience
Six instrumentals from the Estonian composer, out on Funk Night Records. He benches his usual Septet, plays piano, lap steel, harmonium and Mellotron himself, and brings in guests including Tomo Katsurada of Kikagaku Moyo.
Giraffe's 'The Towering Inferno With Bongo Drums' Is a Sunday-Morning Jam That Sounds Like a Saturday-Night Secret
The debut LP from Dave Harrington's new outfit — Harrington plus Robert Walter, Spencer Zahn, and Kosta Galanopoulos, recorded in a single day at 64 Sound in Los Angeles — is eleven pieces of loose, funk-tilted jazz-psych that feel like the kind of band you accidentally catch and never forget.
Jim James's 'Wowed Out' Is a Self-Produced Salvage Job That Turns Into a Gift
Ten self-produced songs from the My Morning Jacket frontman, out August 28th on ATO. Metacritic has it at 79 from six reviews, every one of them positive. Mojo calls it a rescue operation on his own archives.
Blind Yeo's 'The Lemoine Point' Is a Debut That Refuses to Sit Still
A Cornwall collective's debut on Les Disques Bongo Joe, made by a rotating cast who met at a Falmouth arts hub. Eight tracks, recorded on a disused airfield. Bandcamp Daily made it Album of the Day and heard Stereolab in it.
The Odyssey Cult's 'Vol. 3' Turns a Solo Project Into a Psych Cathedral
Ethan Miller's dormant solo outlet comes back after nine years as a full band — Comets On Fire, Carlton Melton, Sonic Youth and Osees personnel all over it. Eight tracks on Silver Current. Raven Sings the Blues calls it one of 2026's most surprising gems.
Glisten Trick's 'WORN THIN' Is Krautrock Groove Dissolving Into Drone
This self-released single takes a deep, narcotic groove and slowly lets the air out of it until you're left in pure atmosphere. Glisten Trick keeps building a genuinely singular corner of alt-psych, and 'WORN THIN' is their most confident excursion into it yet.
maya ongaku's 'Nothing Space Music' Turns Silence Into an Instrument
A Japanese four-piece turns negative space into the loudest instrument on the record. Acid folk that floats instead of strums. Headphones, low volume, full attention.
abracadabra's 'peel away' Is Off-Kilter Psych-Pop With a Warm, Radical Heart
The Oakland duo of Hannah Skelton and Chris Niles blend dubby grooves, angular synths, and Talking Heads-via-Stereolab sensibilities into their most introspective EP yet — six songs about luck, privilege, and self-reflection that never stop being fun.
The Black Drumset's 'Friends In Dark Places' Is Seven Years of Bedroom Psychedelia Paying Off
Austin solo artist Brian Wiley spent seven years building this seven-track self-released psych odyssey of droning keyboards, mesmerizingly monotone vocals, and existential reassurance. Bandcamp Daily made it an Album of the Day pick and called Wiley a composer who 'welcomes all to join him for the ride.'
Ferries' 'Eye Wander' is a Hypnotic Wonder of Anonymous Dub-Psych
Nobody knows who Ferries are, and it doesn't matter. Ten tracks of cavernous dub space, kraut repetition, and dreamy trebly vocals on World of Echo. The Quietus made it Album of the Week. So do we.
Panda Bear & Sonic Boom's 'A ? of WHEN' is a Sun-Dappled Marvel of Psych-Pop Craft
Noah Lennox and Peter Kember reunite and refuse to repeat themselves. Harp loops, steel drums, sirens, and Stones-y guitars in a psych-pop kaleidoscope. An endless vat of creativity, per Exclaim — and they're right.
Brokenchord's 'Lima Echo Crack!' is a Motorik Fever-Dream of Spy-Movie Psych-Pop
A Lithuanian one-man band builds a paranoid little spy thriller you can dance to. Krautrock pulse, radio-static texture, hooks smuggled in like microfilm. Scrappy, hypnotic, and impossible to shake.
Star Moles Turn Restraint Into Real Magic on 'Highway to Hell'
Emily Moales has quietly released some forty-odd records since her GarageBand teens. This one — cut live-feeling in a South Philly row house with the Historic New Jersey crew — is the one where holding back becomes her superpower. Yes, it's called Highway to Hell. No, not that one.