Conjuring hazy memories of decadent lost weekends spent in a random, run-down penthouse suite, the Cult Inside My Head personifies hangovers. On a late Sunday afternoon with a little hair of the dog, this San Francisco band's dark, woozy psychedelic songs are the perfect soundtrack to make the pleasurably numbing fog last just a little bit longer.
The Cult Inside My Head is a band.
Is new grouping from singer of A Subtle Plague.
Is like "Roky Erickson scoring scene whereby Harry Nilsson crashes tour van into Jim Carroll's rehearsal space."