On "Radio Self," the task of opening the third eye becomes an explicit theme. After building layers of stumbling Sun Ra keyboard plonk over some bouncy midtempo minimal, John offers this missive: "listen to a song…you can find a way…the mind can be to you, and not you to the mind." Let that one sink in—maybe a sunrise pilgrimage to Bar 25 will bring the epiphany you seek. The track title seems to reflect John's sound advice: "Radio Self" reminds you of the artificiality of sensation: you may think you're hearing the world how it really sounds, but in fact that's only because your ears work that way—in fact they're really sophisticated radio receivers, that have to be properly tuned and maintained. So take this release as a kind of corresponding instruction manual, albeit the kind half-written in Japanese with several pictures missing.
On the flip, the nonsense-word "sacing" is repeated ad infinitum over a crisp but monotonous groove, with the haunting insistence of a dream that lingers into waking life. It recedes into silence only to emerge again and again, then interrupted by clusters of manipulated vocals and chased by phantom re-boot noises. A new vocal, "pick me up!" is sung in a warbled croon reminiscent of Arthur Russell, whose own production style could be easily labeled a precursor to John's inspired weirdness. "Sacing" is perhaps not as essential as the a-side, but it's no less compellingly eccentric—as always, step into John's hall of mirrors and you're guaranteed to find something you've never heard before, and probably won't again.