I hope that in listening to this new track from garage-psych quartet Wooden Indian Burial Ground you have the same reaction I did. That around the halfway point, when the band dissolves into a fit of feedback and static, you think, "Well, it can't get any better than that." And that's when WIBG decides to pour it on. Thick sheets of reverb, and an acid freakout guitar solo. Absolutely glorious. And there's a whole 'nother batch of verses and choruses to round out the full seven and a half minute explosion.