The first thing to strike me about Sun Araw was that he seemed to have lifted his name from the self professed space-travelling civil rights activist and ancient Egypt enthusiast, Sun Ra. My suspicions were confirmed – Sun Araw sounds like he’s been stewing in an acid swamp for the last 35 years. I shouldn’t really be surprised – the scouts at Araw’s record label Not Not Fun seem to have a nose for unearthing the heaviest, trippiest of tropical-psych outfits. Sun Araw is no exception. His latest LP, On Patrol, is a heavy, sinister odyssey. Tracks regularly clock in at 8 minutes in length; the centrepiece ‘Conga Mind’ spans an epic 14 minutes. These things are tropical symphonies. Details fade into view like a photograph in the darkroom. Sun Araw’s patient, meditative build-ups are anchored by fuzz bass, punctuated with sparse afrobeat guitar licks and washed over with reverbed vocals. Imagine Miles Davis’s Bitches Brew being refracted a thousand times through Sun Ra’s crystal ball.
Sun Araw is hitting up the west coast this very month, check the list of his tour dates:
Sun Araw at Synchronicity w/ GOLDEN RETRIEVER, BROTHER RAVEN, METAL ROUGE, Los Angeles, ca Today @ 8:00 PM
by, Richard Greenan.