The American yoga teacher and producer returns after four years with his third studio album. The follow-up to Mu.zz.le, Callus is decidedly darker than its predecessor, assaulting the ears with endless hazy vocals, wailing synths and moody bass guitar improvisations from former Cure member Pearl Thompson. With the exception of Krishna Punk and Devils, the album lacks drive, and at 19 tracks it’s easy to lose focus while listening. The pervading screechy, lo-fi sound is the stuff of psychedelic nightmares, but there are moments of respite from the cacophony, such as the serpentine raga melodies of Afrikan Spaceship and Greasemonkey.
