"Vast," the new album from Wet Tuna, is the sort of irreverent, playful psychedelia that can only come from the hands of masters. Pleasantly disorienting, secretly whip-tight stuff swerving in and out of focus and locking in on a dime like a zonked out scan across the late night radio dial. A scenic journey through head music in all its finest forms, dubbed out electro, warped R&B, burnout fuzz and scenes invented right here. Never settling in, always drifting and melting into the next station stop. Where are we? Where are we headed? Everywhere. Everywhere.  Let Matt "MV" Valentine be your guide.