Los Pulpos del Diablo

Forget the spicy seafood – this is much more tasty! Imagine a backfield frenzy involving the glorious chorus of Las Hermanas del Pulpo and a lost bunch of San Fran Hipsters, recently returned from a thirty-year timewarp in the streets of Atlantis.

Think Gong but remember the Moonflowers and expect to be happily washed away in undercurrents of psychedelic benevolence.

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