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Thelightshines - Now The Sandman Sings Album
Thelightshines - Now The Sandman Sings Album
Performer: Thelightshines
Title: Now The Sandman Sings
Label: The Great Pop Supplement
Country: UK
Released: 19 Feb 2015
Style: Psychedelic Rock
Cat: GPS116
Rating: 4.2/5
Format: MP3, FLAC, WMA
FLAC size: 1976 mb | MP3 size: 1045 mb | WMA size: 2969 mb
Genre: Rock

1Kaleidoscope (Part Three)
2Love, The Amnesiac
3All On My Own
4Lea Bridge Road
5Kaleidoscope (Part Two)
6Ever The Eternal Optamist
7Hanging Around
8Kaleidoscope (Part One)
9God Is A Gun
10All At Sea
11Monkey On Your Back
12Soul To Skin


CategoryArtistTitle (Format)LabelCategoryCountryYear
GPS116Thelightshines Now The Sandman Sings ‎(LP, Album, Ltd, Blu)The Great Pop SupplementGPS116UK2014


  • ArtworkEl Señor Gómez & Srta. Swallow
  • BassAindriu Conroy
  • BrassSean Read (tracks: A1)
  • DrumsRichard Olson
  • GuitarGaz Playford, Nick Millan
  • KeyboardsGaz Playford
  • Mixed By, ProducerBrian O'Shaughnessy, Sean Read
  • SongwriterSam Ferman
  • VocalsGaz Playford


Repress on green vinyl in screen printed sleeve. Limited to 250 hand numbered copies.


  • Matrix / Runout: 124514E1/A
  • Matrix / Runout: 124514E2/A


Comments (1)
On first listen, the shivers that ran down my spine, the visions that danced across the irises of my eyes, and the colours that morphed across my ceiling, assured me Thelightshines had transported me back to California, smack dab in the middle of the psychedelic heyday with their intoxicating lushly layered etherial jangling release Now The Sandman Sings.

The album floats waist deep in the dream-pop sensibilities that gave way to shimmering star filled nights along the San Francisco bay, where for an all too brief moment, we thought we could both save and change the world. Now 40 years out, Thelightshines have brought back that magic, parted the curtains, and allowed a big ol’ smiling moon to roll across the night sky to delight the senses, alter the subconscious, and conjure what’s laid sleeping in my heart for far to long.

There’s a complex simpleness to this music, making it almost impossible to grasp, like a hallucination hanging just out of reach, almost touchable, but not quite. Once over, the album feels like the distant memory of something you once knew, a space you once lived in, and a language you once spoke ... and impossible not to play again, if for no other reason, than to assure yourself that the music actually exists.

Review by Jenell Kesler