Over the last fourteen years and dozens of albums and singles, cosmic LA rockers Triptides have traversed a kaleidoscopic musical landscape of psychedelic rock, Laurel Canyon folk, and spaced-out jazz pop — but each track can be traced back to the group’s leader, Glenn Brigman’s unique ability to craft and explore a seemingly infinite number of dimensional melodies and harmonies.

With every line of Brigman’s airy vocals that dance across the tape and into the speakers, stoners, trippers, and lovers alike are transported to a sweet and familiar place, lifted by chiming guitars, hypnotic drums, glittering pianos, and hallucinogenic fuzz.

Each Triptides recording is a personal reflection, an unexpected evolution, and an honest testament to The Song. And the next one will be no different. Catch Triptides live, and you’ll see a band that shifts shapes and moods like lightning in a bottle, fluidly and fluently turning up and turning out — always taking the audience on a trip. Either way, you’ll want to find them out there.