“Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!” Justin Wright blasts off into another space odyssey, but this time it’s gotten out of control. His passage is a grim one. This is like uh oh, aliens ahead, the ship’s outta fuel, our force field is down kinda drone. The background layers either feel like they’re flying by you past the port hole of your rocket at warp speed so that you can barely decipher the whir, or like you are stuck, generators down, suspended stagnantly in a dark vastness. Of course, the clear guitar lines serve two purposes; to set a spacey tone with its astral bursts and to poetically convey the tension. I love how this “Death Voyage” meditatively sucks you into its vortex. It robs you of your senses, leaving you only with a happy case of vertigo. Five tracks and about an hour later you feel like you have reached the outer limits of the universe. You are left in a Pandoric frenzy. The black. The stillness. The infinite. It all gets to you. But then, it’s all over. You open your eyes and find that you are back from your cosmic crusade. “Hhhhhhh…” you exhale. A sigh of relief.

In the scheme of music, this one really isn’t as intense as all that. However, I think out of Wright’s other efforts that this one steps it up from his pyramids-in-space brand of psych to a more dismal flavor. It might be the new utilization of a doomier groan in his soundscapes—more than I remember hearing before. Some may disagree, but that’s why you have to find out for yourself. You’re sure to agree that it’s another solid effort though. Dead Pilot did one of their best packaging jobs yet. Really great art on 6-paneled digipak. Not to mention, Expo 70 has yet to let me down on amazing visuals. And it’s limited to only 500 replicated CDs (not CDRs). The first 100 folks to get their paws on this receive a cassette that is well worth the energy it takes to get off your ass and order right away...trust me. 10/10 -- Dave Miller (30 June, 2010)