Stuff to listen to when your mind is warped enough (and your ear is muscled enough) to find neo-freakfolk with sweet guitar licks hugely enjoyable. Get a cold one, lay down, close your eyes, and enter the beehive’s spirit. You won’t get stung, we promise. Spirit of the Beehive’s record is pleasure percolated through aural honey, mind the cliché. And, just like honey (pun intended), it will age well.