**300 copies only** "On My Love Sunday, Walker Phillips trips out a haunting atmospheric album of exceptional proportions, rolling back the years and bringing forth a haunting and lightly experimental vision that seems to have been beamed in from the hazed psychedelic 60’s, where a disembodied DJ would spin this entire record late into the night, with listeners putting off their nocturnal slumbers in favor of hearing what would be unveiled next.
My Love Sunday rides delicately on the thematics of what we once referred to as ‘Happening’, where Phillips weaves acoustic folk inspired meanderings using a delightful guitar, sitar and a woodblock as percussions, along with a flute that weaves in and out of lightheaded effects, bringing back ghostly long lost memories of early Tyrannosaurus Rex and David Bowie... though Walker Phillips is more, especially when the final track End Time ventures from your speakers with its electric guitar riffs that almost bespeak of a changing time in the here and now, though that change actually took place decades ago when the world sadly flicked on the power and never looked back.
The album is very much of a late night lysergic adventure that doesn’t so much command one’s attention, as it invites the listener in, where for an hour they’re invited to shed their skin, finding themselves immersed in the warm waters of a different time and place, coming out the other side changed, where the half remembered images hang like lucid dreams one can’t shake, yet alone being sure were real or not.
My Love Sunday comes across as a fabric still in the process of being woven, where this is but the first step toward an elemental resurgence of devotional tribe-like manifestations, a chart of sorts, a manuscript designed with cryptic symbols, numerology and a vast interconnected range of view, optical perceptions set to music, all intended to unhurriedly move the world incrementally toward that utopian peace of mind that we were once so close to achieving... with Walker Phillips laying down the soundtrack for a second chance at lush visionary enlightenment." - Jenell Kesler