One of my favorite things about Unknown Mortal Orchestra is how their music exists in this weird place between stoned funk, pastoral folk and off-the-wall psych. It finds its way into everything they do—which is generally writing sun-dappled songs that sound pretty but are lyrically really heavy. It's a fascinating, often heartbreaking contrast. So hearing the band go completely bonkers, covering Lindstrom’s instrumental "Rà-àkõ-st" with all the aplomb of a bunch of kids that just discovered a bag of weed and a pile of guitars in their dad's garage is immensely satisfying, like peeking in on the best jam session that never existed.
