But user beware. There are some parts that might get a little scary for folks who've just smoked a bunch of wet -- particularly the foggy dirge "Captain," on which a ghostlike voice moans Turn around and take home over and over again. But these forays into the catacombs of feedback and altered voices are mercifully short, and they give way to simple, buzzy melodies that glisten with tremolo and reverb. Even crackheads will smile at the album's myriad Weenisms, such as Scrapin' my guts off of the ceiling/I've got that sunny bunny feeling. But more important, Quebec offers moments of true transcendence, a must for all high chasers.