"No Magic Man," which comes via Arthur?s in-house label, finds Sunburned Hand of the Man?s rambling free form acid/folk/noise assault in fine form from start to finish. In fact, this just may be their most fully realized bong voyage to date. The opening is a splendidly realized collage of archaic old samples, vinyl scratches and tape trickery that eventually builds to the ever more nightmarish sounds-of-hell vocal assault of ?The First Degree,? and a whole lot more cooked to a crisp and slightly chilled across these 11 compact, but loosely rendered, sonic expeditions. "The Air Itself" is reminiscent of Sun City Girls with wacky philosophical spoken word over analog whirrrs and Hawkwindian whooshes. The tribal chant and primitive kraut pulse of "Your Own Eyes and Number None" build to Faustlike insane-o proportions, and closer "Gather Round" is funky echo drenched acid party that sounds like "Maggot Brain" era Funkadelic banged out from the bottom of a well. 8/10 -- Lee Jackson (5 September, 2005)