# the perfect chill out track and album a generally friendly if somewhat intense looking anthropomorphic raccoon on the front who tells researchers curious tall tales from the shimmering existential woods let's let it all hang out for maybe someday we shall return to deep forests friendly glades and open summer fields of ripened organic being blazing under impossibly blue early late late afternoon skies of laughter we shall finally be together finally enact collective scientific dreams of flying away from it all far from our own collective idiocy // republic of bob