So you had a bad day at work. Teenage script hackers stole your boyfriend. The surly girl at Taco Smell put beef in your bean burritos. That thing on your lip isn't getting any smaller, and no one has answered your personal ad anyway. Plus you've got laundry to do and where in the hell did you leave those quarters!?

It's okay. Turn out the lights. Lay down. Push play. Track two, "The Pod" will start things off nicely.

Feels good doesn't it? But wait...just a little bit longer... In a minute the magical guitar spaceship robots will take off and everything will be fine... Ahh, there it is! Glorious.

Experimental Aircraft might not heal that ugly sore on your lip, but they sure will take your mind off of it for a while. Large spacey guitars with lots of reverby slides and echoes. Loping, hypnotic rhythms. Subdued pretty girl vocals. Think the Sonic Youth and the Breeders jamming after a cough syrup binge, with some Johnny Marr guitar theatrics thrown in for good measure.

I don't know what Rachel (we're all on a first name basis it seems) is singing about on these tunes, and although a lyric sheet would be a nice addition to the lovely white CD packaging, I don't really care. Something about friendship, something about the "Blue Cream Sky". I mean, I never know what people are talking about in my dreams; why should dreamy songs like these be any different? Besides, this isn't exactly music you're going to shout along to while cruising to the beach in your convertible. It's more of a late night, fall is coming, I'm driving too fast but I don't really care at this point kind of thing.

On top of all that, this is one of the most aptly named bands I can think of. Experimental Aircraft. They're strange and mysterious. You're not sure what they're for, or where they're going, or how they work, or why. But you're glad that they exist, and once you get them into your head you don't want to let them out. John Denver died for this stuff you know! Be careful.

But not too careful. Liftoff!