In the Artist's Words

America is still number one in space and time exploration now that San Francisco’s The Society of Rockets has its fourth album, “Future Factory.” The band’s singer and cosmonaut leader, Joshua Babcock has proclaimed the 21-track psych-pop album as being “designed to function as an hour-long sonic map of utopias that never were and have yet to be.”

The lab results for “Future Factory” have tested positive for a kind of Faust (Krautrock) meets Unrest (90s Indie) meets Milton Nascimento (post-Tropicalia samba) concoction. Since the band’s studio is called “The Advanced Institute For Interspacial Harmonic Research,” it comes as no surprise that “Future Factory,” is descanted with gorgeous harmonies – which always makes the biggest blast in a ‘Rockets song. The dense, communal vocals are anchored by the trio of Babcock, Wageman, and Wertheim (with others occasionally joining in), recalling the choral arrangements of both the cocktail sci-fi of Esquivel-by-way-of-Stereolab and the eternal grace of the Beach Boys.