Ted Lucas' self-titled record slinks in like the elusive cat next door, blending haunting melodies with a raga twist that redefines folk. Not just another vinyl, it's the secret handshake of the Detroit music scene from the '70s, where Lucas transitioned from psych rock to his own brand of private press brilliance. Listening feels like tuning into a clandestine late-night jam session, where every note spins a yarn that keeps you coming back for more.
