When I hear a song like this, I think immediately of my own college days in Madison, WI when Galactic would come through town and borrow my Wurlitzer.
Very polished and hummable, Space for Days feels like Dave Matthews on acid at Mardi Gras. It threads the needle between philosophy and stoner truism:
The truth is this is a party band with a party song, and if you like wah wah licks doubling the saxophone and a bass player who plays up on the neck like he's Jaco Pastorius, this is your party.
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