Guy Blakeslee is committed to his vision of freak-rock transcendence: He relocated from his native Baltimore to SoCal's Laurel Canyon, a Sixties hotbed of hippie free living, and expanded his bluesy solo act, Entrance, into a power trio. On their debut, he moans echo-caked utopian incantations, hustles some groovy conspiracy theories, spins a stolen Dylan melody into a elegiac space jam and ponders the nature of "circular time." But there's as much Sonic Youth doom in his band's guitar explorations as there is folky grooviness; on songs like "Lookout!" a dark chill haunts the incense and peppermints.