Familiar yet foreign, old and yet new, Nodding Tree Remedies’ new single "Mama Coco" is probably best described as an incidental orbital crash landing somewhere in the neighborhood of hummable, jangling southern fried West Coast psych, featuring a distanced and ambiguous lyrical arc, a joyous sing-song aesthetic, and chorus hook sounding of something akin to white-clad flower children huffing helium, singing the praises of Mama Coco. Or maybe that description doesn’t work at all, hell. It’s up to the listener to gel on this one, and what you’re liable to get with Nodding Tree Remedies is pretty far out if you can get with it. Featuring a rotating cast of characters, a magic bag of sounds emanating from all four corners of the past four or five decades of the psych-pop underground, and an interstellar band backstory to boot (viva imagination!), NTR are currently caught up in this reality tunnel to shovel out truck loads of throwback strum, freak folk, electro-americana, and otherwise. Best to lay back and enjoy the ride, and keep your hands and arms safely inside the windows of the Magic Bus.

"Mama Coco" rotates on an easy three chord axis, and has the organic sound and feel of a backyard tent revival all hopped up on sacrament and wine. The choruses are pretty ecstatic, tambourines in motion and ribbons floating in the wind, like a merry band of pranksters out Pied Pipering down the summer lanes and alleys. There’s sunshine in this one, for sure, and on repeat fingers and toes might just move on their own accord. Nodding Tree Remedies are known for their stylistic transmogrifications, and individual cuts march to their own drummer, filtering through anything from The Beatles to The Rain Parade to Air, who knows. However, there’s always a conglomeration of the well known and the unheard note, as NTR breathes new life into old favorites with a multi-colored vigor that still resounds across the grooves of innumerable dusty LPs. "Mama Coco" is no exception, and after a couple of listens, one might find himself singing 'Hey Mama Coco Mama say yeah, yeah, yeah' silently to himself for at least a day, give or take. So all aboard the Warship Jesus! Get your ticket and check it out already. (Reed Burnam)

Salem, Oregon’s Nodding Tree Remedies is a band with many moving parts, a rotating cast of characters that come and go with the whims of the ocean tides. Like an amoeba, the ensemble constantly changes shape, picking up particles of sound as it moves along. Such a freeform agenda can cause genre changes at will, perhaps even in the middle of a song, should the mood strike them. Their latest single "Dr. K" has little in common with the guitar screech sing along that was "James Gang Airplane", but its essence stems from the same love of lunacy. Any music enthusiast who firmly believes that humor has a place among scales, notes, and time signatures will likely embrace this band’s output. (Jason Randall Smith)