Indieville
Soaking in Sumptuous Hamper's first composition, "Damp Patch Plaza," is like floating slowly into the Sun. There's the thick haze of feedback fuzz, the distant chime like a never-ceasing train horn, a rattle somewhere far away. In the background you catch wind of a vague, fiery guitar solo, or the hesitant tooting of woodwinds. I'm reminded of that famous scene in The Wizard of Oz, when Dorothy is being whisked, along with all means of cultural detritus, through the nebulous vortex, en route to the yellow brick road. This what you would expect to hear in that very situation, if it weren't just a scene in a film from 1939, but instead real life, or at least the interpretation of real life that exists within one's psyche. Because the Golden Oaks Three Billion experience is a very psychological one, one that evokes internal feelings and impressions that are likely to differ from listener to listener. This is more than just a drone release, or an even vaguer "psych drone" release. It's a strange, idiosyncratic forty minutes that encapsulates the joy of the experimental underground.

Vital Weekly
Perhaps the same could be said from the release by Golden Oaks Three Billion, likewise never heard of, but who is said to use, Ôantique clarinet vibrationsÕ, along with Ôprimitive tape loops, guitar and electronicsÕ, which seems a lot for the stale mass of sound, in which somewhere at the end of ÔDamp Patch PlazaÕ two notes are blown on the clarinet. Lots of speaker hum too as to underline the Ôlo fiÕ character of the music. Of the two long pieces I liked the other one better, ÔGrenadine CosmosÕ, since it was a bit more open, with room for the various sounds to develop in, but throughout I thought was the weakest of the trio. A bit too easy to produce altogether and not enough worked through.