Think of this ethnographically liberated unit as a direct descendant of Codona, the late-1970s/early-80s trio of percussionist Nana Vasconcelos, sitar/tabla player Collin Walcott and trumpeter Don Cherry. In fact, there's a bona fide connection to Cherry inasmuch as percussionist Hamid Drake was a member of Saint Don's pan-global Organic Music Society in the early 70s. Here, there's a similar sense of entering a mystical dreamtime of primal human archetypes, as the trio layers deeply transporting collages of drums, tuned percussion, vocals and horns that seem to evoke the ancient ur-continent of Pangaea. Hand drums and shakers pitter-patter like tropical rain behind distant, echoing flutes. A strangely modulated reed prowls over the steamy chirrup of dense jungle sounds. An ethereal horn wafts in echo-delay like incense smoke caught in a breeze while drums stir up a thick cloudbank. Some of the jams are so simple in construction that, on the surface, nothing much seems to be happening. Close your eyes and sink into them and they flower into rich, blossoming psychedelic journeys.