Oh, Australia you're killing us all. You know that right? 6majik9 brings us another of a seemingly endless slab of commune/psych rock. The first track is all violence and scraching,a serious fucked up beginning that is antithesis of the usual shaman groove I find in 6majik9 releases.
The second track returns to that slow drug waltz sounding like a solid entry of the NNCK catalog. Meandering and piling up percussion and spacey guitar. About six minutes in, the sound of echo steel drums enter, but it could be something entirely different. Michael Donnelly and crew seem to have written the how-to guide on this sound and really are at the top of their game bringing a steady stream of grooving psych while still stretching out to employ all manners of weirdness.
The rest of the disc spans sub-ur guitar playing, clanky junk percussion, mild ranting, slow burning, chanting, out there, out there sounds.

There is so much calm and ease in the way they pull this off, it's hard not to argue for the time that this (and Donnelly's other projects) are some of the best psych based stuff of all time. I've never spoken to the man,so I can't back this up by proof, but 6majik9 seems like such a natural and weirder progression of things like the first Red Krayola album. Only this stuff has stronger wings and is going out farther and faster than anyone like Mayo Thompson could have predicted. 8/10 -- Andrew Murdock Livingston (17 June, 2009)