George Harrison must have had a love child. It's uncanny. Close your eyes while you listen to Vampire Hands, and Chris Beirden will transport you back in time. The dude makes you want to drop acid and set his album on loop. His voice is haunting and arid and barren and ethereal and gorgeous, like the giant salt fields of the Salar de Uyuni. The pitches he produces float calmly above his band. Beirden is a worthy alternative to a music scene dominated by top-flight hip-hop acts. Everybody needs some mellow in their lives, and Beirden's voice will persist in your memory.