This is their fourth proper studio album Galactic wholeheartedly move not so much away from their past as a bad-ass New Orleans jazz and roll concern, as they move toward another of its traditions: Voodoo funk. Not merely content to grasp the Mardi Gras Indians or Dr. John aesthetics, Galactic points firmly toward the technological present with their primordial groove machine music. Bass, bass, and more bass is the order of the day, and strange keyboard sounds come bubbling under like some lost Lee Perry session gone digital.