Soaring like Eagles on Robitussin, Flying Canyon's mournful California folk-rock slowly ascends into the desert sky. Imagine the distant moan of a melted CSN&Y cassette floating up from a boombox deep in a ravine while crows pick at a corpse on the mesa. In the sunbaked tradition of burnt-out Cosmic Californians like Sky Sunlight Saxon, Skip Spence, Phil Perlman, Neil & Jerry, frontman Cayce Lindner is tapping a rich vein of indigenous folk, rock & county, but like their forefathers, Flying Canyon are not traditionalists. With fuzz bass, organ, cathedral harmonies & cavernous drums, the band slows the pace to a funeral crawl. An apocalyptic, almost religious feeling emanates from this music, while Lindner delivers the high desert eulogies.