The long-form pieces of Chicago trio Mako Sica make references to upper-atmosphere and interplanetary states of being easy. Their music lifts aplenty, seeming to exit the realm of terrestrial normalcy with haunting, droning vocals and a tandem of guitars and drums that swells into clouds of sound. Mako Sica gets narcotic-high. But their music is also the stuff of globetrotters, erudite listeners who've absorbed the trance music of the Middle East and the psychedelic rock of Japan, the itinerant grit of American free jazz and the dangerous slither of Delta blues. It's the ways in which they splice and stack those variable strains that give the impression of otherworldly transportation, however earthbound the route may actually be.
—Grayson Haver Currin