Nostalgia is the first word that comes to mind upon hearing the first strings on the new self-titled album from Sic Alps. Nostalgia, in this case, refers to a wistful longing to have had experienced the wild changes of the ’60s. Listening to this album feels similar to being transported to a different world, full of the smell of patchouli, with peace emblems on every wall.

The opening track, “Glyphs,” reminds one of the enthusiastic craze of the Beatles’ Magical Mystery Tour. The fast-paced psychadelic jams of Jefferson Airplane are also evoked in songs such as “God Bless Her, I Miss Her” and “Moviehead,” with playful riffs coming together for a fun, upbeat rhythm. Sic Alps then slow down their pace, leading one on a calming journey through the sonic fields of “Lazee Son” and “Rock Races.” The whole album has a raw, garage quality; from the imperfect vocals, to the dissonant sounds of heavily distorted guitars, to the freedom to experiment—it gives rise to a feeling that has been so lost in the modern world.

So to Sic Alps’ new album, I say thanks, for letting me feel a modern interpretation of the experience my parents had when they listened to the beauty of psychadelic rock 50 years ago.

Sic Alps will be playing on Oct. 23 at Divan Orange (4234 Saint Laurent).