From a cocoon of ambitious distortion, the caterpillar once known and loved as Olympia's MILK MUSIC, reemerges as a butterfly in full psychedelic Technicolor as Mystic 100's. A sonic thrill ride through an acid laced apocalypse that will freak your bean and leave you wanting more.

"Part of the fun of Milk Music is comparing your take on their particular brand of rock music with your friends’ – they manage to do one of the most difficult things a rock band full of stoner-y dudes can accomplish in 2017, which is provoke strong opinions from listeners, both adoring and scorning. To update you on mine, I found Beyond Living to be an enjoyable quick-fix of indie-grunge, and thought Cruise Your Illusion was a bloated example of uncompelling rock excess (although the endless and poorly-scripted guitar solos were great fun to torture my talented-guitarist friends with, in the similar way that it was great to bring those friends to go see Iceage for their disgusted reactions). I was anxious and skeptical to hear Mystic 100’s, and I’m not entirely confident that it was Milk Music who changed rather than myself, but I love it! Maybe it was the extended time between releases, their various life changes, etc., but they put together an LP that is far more relaxed, colorful and charismatic than anything they’d done before. I mean, within the first two minutes, there’s a sample of canned applause and a drum machine – this is a record that was meant to amuse and entertain themselves first and foremost, rather than fill a role as today’s scruffy Neil Young-but-punk desert acolytes. They’ve got long ones, slow ones, chill meandering, Mountain Cult-esque buffoonery, a krautrock pulse brimming through much of it (which works quite well) and lyrics that are occasionally actually quite resonant. You probably already bought one, hoping to join the conversation yourself – no matter what side of the fence you’re on, Milk Music made it a fun one to have." - YGR