Fingers of the Sun

Fingers of the Sun’s music is made of sci-fi pulp novels, lazy teenage afternoons and a vividly realized wonderland of imagery, psychedelia and mid 20th century pop. They smoked the banana peels, but only because they enjoyed the taste, believing the world is acid-damaged enough to send anyone on a bad permatrip. Like their namesake, The Fugs’ song adapted in part from a 5000 year old Egyptian poem to Nun, the goddess of the watery abyss, Fingers of the Sun “grip the mountain where hawk claws flash and flicker in the dawn.”

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