Mr. Kent is like, some sort of digeridoo God or something.
And he's white. I mean, it's like the whole 'Blonde Jesus' syndrome all over again.
This album is sorta experimental, but very Tribal (note, not World Beat -- that term wouldn't do it justice).
Mr. Kent and his friends in Lights put together really long, drawn out Earthy tracks that sound like cave music.
Very very tranquil and grounded.
Extreme is domestic, but I'm not sure if this is available anymore. I found it by accident the same way I found
Starseed Transmissions.