The summer of love is over but nobody told Temples. This English quartet recalls the swirling psychedelia of Swinging London, even if paisley and silk have become passé in the 21st century.
Psychedelic rock is like the aurora borealis of popular music. It dazzles then disappears, flares then flickers out. The genre seems to lie latent just long enough so that each wave can astonish anew, offering new generations a conduit to another place in time.