(Edited from an article by Brian Steele, entitled 'Fables Of The Post-Modern Psychedelic Rock 'N' Fab Experience') Stuffed onto the small stage at the back of Phyllis' Musical Inn, The Luck of Eden Hall grinds through a Saturday night set. A Fender guitar rings and chimes, a Rickenbacker bass clomps along, a stripped-down drum kit knocks out time. 'Strawberry Fields' -era harmonies float in the air. There's even a cello that pops up every once in a while, adding to the swirling soundscape. It's loud, it's smoky. It's almost like the 60's, right down to the flowered grill cover on guitarist Greg Curvey's Marshall cabinet. But it's the 90's -- and you can tell by the tight, crisp songs, thoughtfully crafted into a modern, alternative guitar rock setting... ...It's just not that easy to put a finger on exactly what The Luck of Eden Hall is. On the surface, the task is not that perplexing: the noise the band makes sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll -- but not simply rock 'n' roll. There's some psychedelia thrown in --but not enough to characterize the group as 'revivalist' or 'neo-psychedelia'. The songs are dreamy, but not distant. And the lyrics weave tales of disaffection and melancholy -- but at the same time offer a faint glint of promise and guarded optimism... ...Listening to the record is alot like seeing the band live. You might find yourself getting lost in the music, drifting off somewhere, perhaps dreaming, about someplace or someone -- but chances are you won't quite be able to put your finger on what it is. That's the world of The Luck of Eden Hall. And it's not a bad place to get lost.