Rodney Howard Browne & the Congregation of Revival Ministries, "Angels Sing all with People"

Holy shit. Via Music of Mind Control.

On the one hand, I think protestant evangelicalism is about the most religiously and culturally ignorant thing anywhere, and it sows idiocy wherever it it goes. On the other hand, I'm totally down with speaking in tongues, holy rolling, fiery sermons, snake handling, and this collective cosmic yodel right here. 

Balinese Monkey Chant

From the film Baraka. Hat tip to Space Cadet Jason.

Ravi Shankar: Chants of India

Ravi Shankar died in December, and Interplanetary Music neglected to memorialize him. There's a very good reason for this, which is that I am not that familiar with his music beyond his appearances at Woodstock and Monterey Pop. I recently decided to atone for my neglect, and whaddayaknow but the very first album I chose to listen to was a straight muthafuckin' fucking killer. Chants of India, produced by the Mr. Bangladesh-slummin' "Quiet Beatle" George himself (my first girlfriend, who initiated me into the endless mystery of the Beatles, was a Georgie-girl, apparently attracted to such taciturn spirituality, making me wonder what she was doing with a wiseass atheist (a John) like me (the hair, clearly)), is surprisingly minimal, given Shankar's reputuation as a shredding virtuoso, as well as the variety of instruments employed here. In fine, this album has given me a reason to live for the past few days. Take that as a recommendation.

It sounds like like life. It sounds like death. It sounds like some incomprehensible third thing. Oh India, please whisper your wisdom into my ear so that I may breathe it out of my mouth.