Some heady psych-folk from Montreal. Chill for long drives, camping trips and night walks.

It's been awhile since I've experienced this type of backyard chill. Reminds me of when music was good, even though these dudes probably were embryos in the 90's.

If your looking for summer shredders to get completely drunk at the beach with, I give you Wild Raccoon. Get wasted!

Mount Break by Wild Raccoon and his One Striped Tail

Here's some pretty rad "playboy" indie pop from Chicago for you. Think Dr. Dog with a lot of game.

Mermaidens rule. These are some of my favorite types of female vocal acts. Moody and droning with some psychedelic riffs. Into it.

Black Time literally will spit on your lifestyle. Caught wind of these dudes and dames awhile back (They did a split with Ty Segall), and noticed a nice little interview with frontman Lemmy Caution on Bored Out. Check it out HERE. Some jammers below.

Welcome to get weird Wednesdays. I am going to try my hardest to do this every week. Here are a few tracks that I've compiled for this week. If there was a way to make a bandcamp playlist I would, but there isn't (that I know of). Listen at your leisure, skip around and explore. Above all else, stay weird.

Help Me Name Melody by The Weird Weeds

Strange Case Of The Dandelion by The Dandelion

Pastime Gardens by Slushy

CREEPERS by Creepers

The Soft Walls by Soft Walls

MALIBU by Psychedelic Trips To Death

Cool Ghouls by Cool Ghouls

This is what War On Drugs would sound like if they had any sort of variation in between songs. Sofa Pets rule and so does Helsinki for that matter.

I really should be saving this for my "Get Weird Wednesdays" post but I'm like a kid who can't keep a secret when I have the Old Maid card in my hand. Wild Wild Wets put the uhhhh "W" in weird man! Banger of an album, also the first time since I was 13 that I wish I still had a tape deck so I could make use of this cassette.

Here are some lifted psych tunes from Auckland. This album will be coming with me on all of my adventures starting today.

Keath Mead is one chilled out dude. Think, Mac DeMarco meets Toro Y Moi and somehow so much better than what I just told you to think. This is cosmic.

What else is there to do in Buffalo New York besides be in a band called Softlines? Nothing.

Punk is definitely not dead. Let Slugga barf all over you. It's good for the skin.

This is a rad mini compliation from Midnight Special Lab called Supermarket Music.

Man, Canadians are super chill including this guy, James Irwin.