The problem with rating this album is that to develop an opinion you have to focus in on the conscious world, and that's not at all what this is about.
Thunder Chord, formed of a music that has roots in ancient American Indian ritual but crosses also into other ancient forms and loops back to modern studio technology, is about going beyond what we know of as the real-world conscious state. As with
Mickey Hart and his current experiments in tinkering with the psyche through music, the two performers (and composers and archaeologists) who make up
Coyote Oldman are looking for the inner rhythms. The result is a search, though, for transition, not for the primal self (there's plenty of music that does that handily). Oddly, though
Stephen Hill's liner notes proclaim it to follow in the track of the best space music, it really isn't space music at all -- space music is often about visions coupled with a sense of power. The music here is filled more with a sense of communion, with life, with nature, with solitude, with the sky and the ground, with heat and light, dark and cold. It's the music of flutes and pipes, and by the nature of flutes and pipes it's a breathing music, very alive, very dynamic, slow in the musical shifts, yet carrying the listener on a carpet of warm sound. This is not an album to grab you and shake you. It's gorgeous for meditation, for dreaming, or just for playing as a body-settling surround.