Every recluse worth their beard (or leg hair, if you're a lady) has a soundtrack to hide out to.
Now it's September. The summer's over, leaving us only the tail end of brain-meltingly hot temperatures, unpredictable torrents of rain, a hangover, and a mess to clean up. As we slog through the political bullshit toward November, the desire to spend a bit of time hunkered away in a state of seclusion to recharge is strong.
Our preferred seclusion sonics are of the psychedelic variety: You can get lost in the sounds, regardless of whether or not you're in a state of chemical enhancement. Here are a few of our favorite psych-rock burners to keep you company in the dark. Don't do anything stupid.