For those of us whose love for late-night, sweat-inducing rock music didn't die when the late 90s' psych bubble burst, we still have one always-consistent beacon of hope: Bardo Pond. For the weary listener, they will always be a haven for musical exploration paired with those uncomfortable acid comedowns. Per usual, they have once again brought us a little nugget from their darkened corner of Philly that we can bathe in for a while, submerged, apart from the ever-devolving music world.