aaah but wait...

i doth protest my leakage of spinal fluids in days yon past. flippeth and floppeth go the eye, on whether the internet is a chump or a sucker, and at times i wish it would cease all together and forever. but like the automobile, i might as well ride it til the gas run out. show and tell music as always cheers me as to why i am glad the computer patro-matrix exists. take the image above these words! is that not a sight for sore eyes! if you dont get the joke, i understand, its a bit obscure. show and tell explains, "Some old timer swiped this sleeve from his kid's collection to house his beloved big band faves. This is a record nerd in-joke deal, Linda Perhacs' Parallelograms is the most highly sought after U.S. major label hippie Goddess folk/psych rarity, commanding large sums of $$$, and I find this copy wonderfully-sacrilegious. Would love to meet the original owner, perma-press slacks hiked up past his belly button, pack of Swisher Sweets in his shirt pocket..." show and tell, and sideliner companion records have plenty more koolness up their sleeves which i am more excited to see than most other "opinion" related music blogs or otherwise. gems, baby, gems. the only thing worth sharing. so thats where the bermuda triangle comes in.



1977 from long island. on winter solstice records.

kinda exhausted so i'll borrow from the good ol' acid archives for this one.
"Truly bizarre folk-psych album that’s more enjoyable than a lot of “better” records. Two of the first three songs are weird loungey covers of “Nights In White Satin” and Aerosmith’s “Dream On,” neither of which sound like anything else on the album. For surprise value alone, “Dream On” works the better of the two, since the Moody Blues tune was dangerously close to lounge to begin with. Most of the other songs are full of fiddle-style violin and autoharp, the latter of which is often treated with phasing, flanging and other effects. It feels like the songs are at a normal speed but the backing tracks are sped up. Some of the melodies are pretty speedy too. Spastic, cymbal-heavy drumming adds another layer of intrigue. One song sounds like a twisted take on funk, another like a hoedown. Both the male and female vocals are agreeable and work well in the context of these strange songs. The closing “Wind” (a cover of a Circus Maximus song) is another total departure, again not resembling anything else on the album, and sounding uncannily like a Linda Perhacs outtake. This album is kind of a shock on first listen, because at least to these jaded ears it’s not often I discover something so original. Definitely worth hearing."

i will wholeheartedly chortle in agreement. one spin of a song like "night train" and i was sold! there are some really cool subtleties and oddnesses that just pop off the record and also stay submerged for future listens. deserves a reissue.

1. nights in white satin
2. right
3. dream on
4. lark in the morning
5. free ride
6. standing together
7. louisiana
8. night train
9. wind

good bye...

calling it quits, tits. i decided i hate blogs, and the internet, and all that other techno-shit. and like what am i really doing anyhow, just re-tredding 1500 obscure rock records you probably dont care about, and that 100 other creeps will eventually blab about in one place or another, its like a big ugly circle jerk like who can blow the load fastest. sorry i'm kinda cranked right now. but hey MAN... hope ya had fun while the good times lasted. cheers, cary

one for the road?
LOUIE LOUIE - FRIAR TUCK AND HIS PSYCHEDELIC GUITAR

calling rich la bonte... rich la bonte... rich...

a few posts back i mentioned rich la bonte's early 80's psych/weird LP called Mayan Canals, and the fact that the author had posted some of his old recordings from the 70s and 80s on his website with a wealth of newer recordings, which didn't interest me as much as the stuff from days yon past. the reason being la bonte covered alot of interesting ground back in those days... ranging from at times sounding like a cross between Bobb Trimble and Todd Tamanend Clark, to writing great catchy glam-psych ditties, and folksy ballads with punk flavorings (read ala velvets) + an electro-punk-wave song dedicated to Irwin Chusid of WFMU fame1 the guy was a renaissance man... and i do not lie, this stuff is really good! i'm saying he deserves a compilation of this seminal stuff as much as clark or trimble, or any other 70s under the table wizard... i've taken the liberty to post these songs here, because they are already posted for free over at la bonte's site. rich, if you want them taken down post a comment and maybe bestow upon us more unreleased material too. i, at least, am quite impressed.

shanghai express - great velvets/beatles (ya go figger... but lsiten) ala 70s transmorgification... phased vocals, great melody, beautiful song.
from the author: "Written on learning that Marlene Deitrich had fallen and broken her leg (seriously!)" from 1972

deep beneath - great 70s-style psych that would ooze nicely off any private press landmark.... great lyrics over mean fuzz and wha wha and fucking GREAT songwriting.
author says: "Written in the West Village while playing Godspell in the 1970s."

dreamin' - the kind of little ditty lennon and mccartney would put on the white album, but with phased strumming guitar, small talk off to the side like how the beatles always snuck those purposeful bits of conversational detritus onto songs. recorded in hollywood 1980.

murder - weird punky bit of the wave... vocoder-ized assessments of society over noodle guitar and distortion. purdy cool. sometimes sounds like lou reed. written in 1981, hollywood.

NJ Blues - another great song! POPS right off the bat with great hookiness and echoey vocals. recorded in 1974.

she want no alibis - great fuggin' punk-synth twerp whine with flexi beat and a back to 50s via the beatles breakdown. GODDAM FANTASTIC. recorded in 1983, written in hollywood.

sonia's song - soft ballad, harmony vocals. rather beautiful actually, and well-written, but may not appeal to many.

bright yellow star - great glammy slip 'n' slide... rundgrenisms slip in once in a while beautifully. 1st song on mayan canals lp from 1981.

postcard - other than the vocals for the main part of the song which are purposefully froggy, this song is the most Trimble-esque of all those provided here. really could pass for Trimble no questions asked on the in-between parts where he sings up high. really great song rooted in a beatles dynamic, just like Trimble's 60s-itis. also from mayan canals.

drums along the maple wood - funny song written for mr. chusid. mentions the residents, eno, john cage, how people used to always request peter frampton, etc. nice soundbit of irwin at the end.

my mind capsized...

i'm pretty heavily convinced that no way in hell could Kali Bahlu nor her (his? - somtimes i think this being is some strange castrato) forest children be of this earthly plane... listen to that goddam voice! it's like peter pan on acid and a bottomless pit of muscle relaxants. this one has quite a cult following, and i first heard it on the inimitable WFMU. released on a fairly decent sized record label, World Pacific, god only knows what they were thinking. maybe the closest thing to a recording of an alien we've ever gotten. occasionally creepy, mostly joyful. WOW. i command you robots of pluto to download this now!

1. cosmic remembrance
2. a game called who am i
3. how can i tell my guru
4. cosmic telephone call

speaking of half a mind...

not sure if i like this or Indian War Whoop better... not quite as demented as kali bahlu who seems to lack no self-conciousness what so ever. the rounders were always fun though... and ya got some real winners here like my favorite song, "Half a Mind", an anthem clearly.

1. the bird song
2. one will do for now
3. take-off artist song
4. werewolf
5. interlude
6. dame fortune
7. mobile line
8. the duji song
9. my mind capsized
10. the stp song
11. interlude 2
12. half a mind
13. the pledge

SMACK

so the story goes something like this... a coupla kids at a summer camp in kansas get together. the only thing they ever listen to is jimi hendrix and cream. they sneak and smoke dubies behind the arts and crafts lodge and practice screaming fuzz rock while the counselors have their eyes turned. somehow they were able to put out this lp for the demand of their fellow campers who so enjoyed the SMACK, which being their moniker of choice, performed a rollicking "acid rock" concert for the entire camp and got shut down part way through because, well, camp management found it a bit too raucous. so enjoy these hum dingers... the lead singer sounds a good bit beyond his probable years, the fuzz is beyond deadly and sounds a bit more like '78 vs. '68 if ya know what i'm saying (and please a lot of people go on and on and on about fuzz fuzz fuzz but really this time it deserves mention... how did he get that sound?)... so dirty. these aint just covers, these songs were life. and still are, i hope. so get smacked already...

1. purple haze
2. fire
3. sunshine of your love
4. i'm so glad
5. swalbr
6. manic depression
7. set me free
8. for what it's worth
9. foxy lady

JEM TARGAL - LUCKY GUY

here's an odd one. nah ain't psych, nor hard rock, which is a bit surprising considering Jem Targal was one of the axe wielders (bass) in detroit's thunderous Third Power, where his vocals sound surprisingly similar to Arthur Lee, but not here. this 1977 lp comes in a hand colored cover and is a mish-mosh of targal riffing with pianos, keyboards, echo heavy vocals, various percussion instruments, multi-tracked harmonies, and the bass guitar. Jem doesn't really make "outsider music" cause it seems to all be fairly cognitive, nor is it drug impaired... its strange for sure, and not terribly consistent, but an interesting ride if you dig the DI with a big Y and somebody floating out there with bobby brown and a smattering of other fellows who i don't necessarily LOVE, but appreciate their efforts. MELODRAMATIC DEPRESSED CLOWN-SUIT MUSIC. there ya go. this one in a nutshell.
1. lucky guy
2. like you do
3. without you
4. dance with you girl
5. ring out the bells
6. bumble bee drive
7. the bomb tune
8. go no go
9. hushes call your name
10. workin' for the man
11. hushes
12. i call your name

p.s. do yourself a favor and make sure to check out Third Power's "Believe".
worth a few spins, i suppose...

Targal info is abundant on the world wide web. hee hee hee

p.s.s. ye all in chimney land doth not show ye loathe nor cheer? should i hear a ruckus then i will switch to rapidshare and zipped folders because as is these mp3s only are up for 7 days or 10 downloads, whichever comes first. so if there's more in the audience than I know of, and honestly I suspect i have about 5 readers, tell me and i will broaden the swath of my cape, welcoming yonder infidels in from the cold, and the wet. amen, cary

MADRIGAL

as we expand the breadth of our chimney speaking gracefully on a variety of refined and gentlemanly subjects we shall inevitably encounter this extractable dementia from new jersey, sometime in the 1970s. the year, we are not sure. there is an ancient drum machine stirring in the background on some of the songs. two multi-instrumentalists run wild with synths, guitars, their own human velocities, percussion miscellany... the really out there stuff, such as EXCURSION - STONED FREAKOUT, which could be thrown on the table blindfold style and you'd probably come up with sun ra, or perhaps some german long haired misanthropes. but what we have here, were probably just 2 stoned losers half way between the Godz and Throbbing Gristle grappling to find their way out of an urban nightmare. they do pop schmeer too though! listen to THE BALLAD and get teary eyed wimp croon with a drum machine! PLACES is a ginuwine ditty! TAMBULA is whisper-pulse drone-isms in a too-stoned to move direction. FALLEN TREE is another hippie-doodle with analog snares. WHERE YOU GOING manages to combine their more ethereal side with their clearly folk-pop ambitions and makes a great slab of late Velvets woosh that truly makes peace with Angus Maclise. sounds like a theremin in there somewhere... B.B.'s FINALE keeps a Velvetsy chug-blues thing going to these ears... kinda winding this whole basement production down to its final hiss of steam. all over some might call this a spotty home-job, but hey man you show me another blitzed home-avant-workout like STONED FREAKOUT and i'll buy you an ice cream cone. that is truly the centerpiece of this album and a real knockout considering the hyper-obscure nature of this disc and the band themselves who told record hounds to fuck off when contacted about this effort... $1000 a pop and no reissue so get it hear while they're still hot!

THE HOLY MOUNTAIN

apocalyptic weirdness here on this fantastic soundtrack for the 1973 Jodorowsky film done by Don Cherry and a cast of others... the details are awful foggy, and i've had trouble tracking down the dirt about who is really on this thing, but as it has never been actually issued as a soundtrack, everything seems to be coveted. i hear frank lowe is on here somewhere, so is ronald frangipane who does the more orchestral portions... in sum though this is a swirling miasma of raga buzz kak, odd narrations and vocals taken directly from the movie because this is a straight dub, orchestral moodiness and ez listening, free jazz looseness and hymnals, european notions of structure and animation, all around a real tidy bundle of madness presented right here for your own delusions of grandeur!!!

1. opening titles
2. great toad and camillian battle
3. symbol of christ - 2 halves - love
4. ascending the tower - the magus
5. the tarot
6. venus (vond)
7. marz (esla)
8. jupiter (clen)
9. saturn (sal)
10. uranus (berg)
11. neptune (axon)
12. pluto (lute)
13. holy mountain within
14. acts of christ
15. across the ocean
16. throw that monster in the water
17. the pantheon bar
18. climb to the summit
19. face your fears - end titles

for the most cummulative experiences in a few tracks, try #4, 13, 10... all are good though!

the supremacy of the feminine daffodil...

Daisy Chain - Straight or Lame

Daisy Chain's record is a mostly supreme gal-pop rootbeer float with remnants of the classic girl group sounds and some totally great late nite psychedelic thrones that just plain hit the nail on the head. check em out...

I'LL COME RUNNING - great fuckin pop song! kind of has a carole king jag but basement level BOOM with bari-saxes (?) burping down below, cute little trumpet solo over eerie farfisa-ish jeega jeega.... backup singers go up and down beautifully.... descends into campfire tripping mode on ALL BECAUSE OF HIM which to me sounds a bit like Virgin Insanity with good harmonica and again backup singing that kills. the trip continues on ZZOTTO which almost reminds me of Search Party-ish wilt and melancholy... it kind of sounds just like a continuation of the song right before it without much change in the songwriting but that's ok, they keep the vibe going with lyrical musings on death and creepy loner-isms. RUN SPOT RUN is fuggin hip you gotta check it once or twice to make sure it ain't some indie twee product circa 1994. but that's why its so hip, its NOT from 1994... more like 1967. velvet underground simplicity and naivete in the vocals ala moe tucker (almost), and a song who's lyrics could have been written by the shaggs. UNHAPPY is horn happy for one thing, but they keep the arrangement down to two or three notes which is kinda nice until you hit the chorus and it goes kinda mainstream-ish belt it out territory and god, well, i dig this album but if yer a psych fanatic ya probably don't need this ditty... i suppose this song starts to unravel the ungodly cool we started the joint out with.... alas. GOT TO GET YOU IN MY ARMS is girl rock with horns and soul aspirations, say no more. SUPERFLUOUS DAISIES starts to get us back to where we started from and unwinds your mind in both psych and garage directions, as the breakdown is a great THEM-style break-up and manages to work back to the sensuous trip out in opium fields ala wizard of oz but witches are beckoning you good and bad. LOVE THEM ALL is kinda of the bad, but has a nice fuzz geetar and kinda works a strawberyr alarmclock top-40 braindead appeal... i suppose... WE'LL MEET AGAIN is a soul rock send up of this ageless song, which i suppose i could have done with out... but it's kind of funny and totally hapless so hell, dig on it anyways. LOVE TO SHARE is another winner. they bring back the saxes which were aces to start with, the kiddie keyboards drool perfectly in synchronicity with the back up singers and they hit into a great hook with the songwriting which ain't totally psych but PERFECT whiny teen-pop dazzle. I'LL SAY GOODBYE is a moody stomper with Lovin' Spoonful/Mamas Papas directions, and hell i aint need no more a that... FINAL HOUR is our final cut, and well garage-y and kinda dull with a vietnam war theme and bland countercultural brackets. but hey, we all got our faults so SHIT MAN, ya got at least five winners! yomp em up!
-cary

p.s. here's some more info for you fiends: Liner notes read the following: To find out where Spot ran, ask ZZotto. To find out who ZZotto is, ask Spot. If ZZotto knows where Spot is running, I'll come running; otherwise, if running knows, wipe it. What is superfluous about Daisy? They come in all shapes, sizes and color. Special Daisies grow in pots. Daisies need food and nourishment so, please sprinkle them with milk often. Daisies love them all. Speaking of love, chain yourself to daisies and don't wait till the final hour for they might wilt. Jane loves Spot. Isn't that out of control!! I've heard of dogs conversing but this is out of focus, however. I've also heard that conversing but this is out. Jane is a real dog. Love is all the same whether straight or lame.

ONLY 500 COPIES PRESSED! dubbed the holy grail of femme-psych... he..he..he.. also one singer, Rosemary Lane, went on to sing back-up for jackson browne!

linkage

may i heartily reccomend downloading these homemade blaxploitation compilations from the great Record Brother site. this timeless music is some of the best shit i've found in the mp3 blog realm for a while... and you get it as a great mixtape all souped up and ready for action!!! not 1, not 2, but THREE whopping volumes at that! it's this kind of dedication that deserves a hearty slap on the back, and all around thank you. my hat is off my good man! dig on in...

ALSO fine purveyors of kak...

Bubblegum Machine

Funky 16 Corners

Xtabay's World
-make sure to download The A-GO-GO From River Kwai by the Man Chau Po Orchestra. Hong Kong group re-interpeting Morricone favorites... must be heard!

Crud Crud

sorry i don't really have a links section, but i suck at computers. enjoy these dandies! best, cary

p.s. RIP Gene Pitney and Buck O.
Town Without Pity
this song will forever haunt my mind!!!

Hickory Wind

somehow this gorgeously simple record has worked its way right into my top ten favorite private press rockers from the 60s-70s golden years. it's a beautiful record. maybe you'll like it, maybe not. but i think part of what really gets me with this one is how personal it feels. its pretty much just ROCK, no fuzz but on one song, not garagey in a teen-stones-wannabe kinda way, not psychedelic (a real bonus sometimes! it means they weren't totally riding the trend!) as all the songs are about everyday events you or i may as well have experienced: taking trips to new orleans, getting speeding tickets, being a country boy goin' to town. I suppose in a certain light this glimmers in a similar way to the Band's Music from Big Pink, but it's definitely a weirder record than that one. fuck, the more i try to get what this is about, i can't really say it. just listen and think er over, i guarantee you'll be playing these songs again, and again, and again.... i guess what I HEAR is something unique, and i think these guys had no idea how hip they were actually being on a song like "New Albamy Police Carnival" or "Transit Blues"... and it's THAT lack of self-conciousness that makes records like these worth gold.

I DON'T BELIEVE
TIME AND CHANGES-only fuzz/slighlty psych cut. predates a kind of mid-western metallic ethos... this band morphed into BF Trike who also does this song.
MAYBE TOMORROW-buffalo springfield-ish drawl... almost hymnal. actually quite "pre-rock" altogether.
TRANSIT BLUES
-"living on wine and cigarettes and alot of foolish dreams, if i had the chance once more i'd do it all again" can you sum up life much better than that??? "when i left that city it was rainin' cats and dogs, didn't have a raincoat i was sloppy as a hog" there's a certain zen simplicity to some of this stuff... its not affected while being affected. not many rock songs of the era are this simplistically about a young man's travels without either working in, a) love, b)drugs, c) countercultural-itus... is the song actually below his intelligence or ability to describe these events? is he oversimplifying? he's definitely not pandering to cliche, even with the first quote above, which could be easily taken as such, because the rest of the song throws any attempts at cliche out the window. again i'm baffled at actually getting my teeth around where these guys were coming from. that RABBLE lp gives me the same kinds of shivers... TRUE originality.
COUNTRY BLUES-goofy ditty which i enjoy immensely...
THE LONER
MR. MAN-so genius because you can't tell if he is mocking religion or actually kind of breaking down... maybe that is what gets me on this disc, the singer perfectly straddles or perhaps melds sardonic glee, and truly human emotion...
NEW ALBAMY POLICE CARNIVAL-great song with small town vibes.... "please don't write me a ticket, give me one more chance, i promise i'll attend the next the next F.O.B. dance" full of deadpan childishly simple rhymes sung-spoke in that same way described above...
FATHER COME WITH ME-love the organ/bass runs towards the end of this melancholy weep on the times... political without being annoying or taking a posture.... basically religious.
JUDY-moby grape-ish with a double-vocal part that kills... sounds 3-D.

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THE MISSING INDEX SONGS... found these right after i posted the below post. it should also be noted, that the version of 8 Miles High in this post is the one on the original album, though they sound pretty similar to me, minus the cool sound effects in this one.

8 MILES HIGH - "benefits" from groovy sound effects of helicopters and crowds at beginning, and then submerges into an even darker version then the one before.
JOHN RILEY - 'nother fullblown gloomy byrds cover!!! turns this one into a velvets dimension, with the vocals less singing than intoning.
RAINY STARLESS NIGHT - pure desolation, you might as well go kill yourself now. treble soaked murder ballad... only not in the traditional sense of that musical turnpike, but it has the same feel.
FIRE EYES - in a way my favorite (original) song from the album. kind of like a garage band power ballad... imagine the woe of 100,000 zit-faced losers across this great nation of ours, and condense that haphazard litany and mutation into about 4 minutes of pudly moaning and growling about the crisis of their split level two door refrigerated existence. it just IS the garage thing. man.

much much more, always waiting in the wings for the big night coming down the chimney, when then the chimney spoke! cheers, cary grant

we're back in the money shit-head

finally. postings will go back to normal.

i give ye INDEX.

what the hell could they have been thinking!? i guess DETROIT is the right word fer this one, straight and pure. INDEX put out this ungodly rare lp in 1967 when everything and its mom rocked, transmorgifying surf guitar into velvets drone, and proto-stoogesian snarl-bumble-THUD into cough syrup echo-plex in your HEAD. i hope ya'll have already heard of this, but if ya ain't, well, dig in. this isn't the whole dish, cause when greg shaw reished it as an "anthology" which is the only place i was able to find MOST of the original album, and i say most, because this anthology anthologized a few of the supposedly best songs right off the cd... ok, well they added some later crap bee-gees covers, which yes, sucks, but ya still get a ton of JUICE, err, battery acid. to me, the best songs go something like this...

8 MILES HIGH - the most unbelievably depressing and forlorn cover of this EVER. they turn the raga-esque ascension of the original into a synapse snapping deadpan grey, and spin you 6 feet under. PETRIFIED WOOD.

YOU KEEP ME HANGIN' ON - equally genius transformation of this once, at least halfway cheerful song (at least in the "played-on-radio-for-teeny-boppers" sense), into a full-blown dirge. i'll agree with others, this record sounds like it was recorded in an airplane hanger, and that is a GOOD THING.

FEEDBACK and SHOCKWAVE are where they bring the noise... shockwave is a punky surf blowout - goddam love that drum roll breakdown towards the end!!!, whereas feedback does truly sound like, as one put it, "Dick Dale jamming with 1966 Velvet Underground in an airplane hangar after a night of booze & quaaludes". TURQOUISE FELINE also hits this stride, getting a nice almost link wray kind of strut going, while the rhythm section piledrives braincells far far out of sight...

also check out the rest:
ISRAELI BLUES

the band on the back looks purdy hip... I love the get-ups, they look like victorian gentlemen, but not at all in a psychedelic way. also that shot with the umbrella is pretty classy. the story of the band is here, though i find parts confusing, and would like to get the rest of the tracks from the first album. apparently one of the guys girlfriends made them go for a softer sound... figures. well dig it while you can...

very interested to hear this 1978 record from minnesota. here's a quote about it:
"Oddball pro-sounding local late 1970s artefact that is not easily described; recurring spoken Guatemala theme will have you puzzled, as may the mix of downer ballads, generic studio fill instrumentals and moody fuzz psychrock with an occasional D R Hooker or Marcus slant. Good vocals, the guitars may be too metal for some, but the echo-fx "Sleepers" psych trip and a closing atmospheric acid lullaby about death should appeal to anyone." -acid archives

private press of 1000, no reissue. the guy is still making music, and has an mp3 website, but i'm yet to check these out as they are his new rap-metal stuff...

another one i've been dying to hear...

"Very whacked spoken word; the guy was transformed into an evangelist by the Aliens who told him the secret meaning of the Bible but apparantly Will didn't take notes and seems to have gotten a mite confused along the way. Lots of stuff about the importance of the number "3" and "11" and it's as if the engineer who mixed it had Will on 1 track and this weird dark spooky synth on the other and as he did the mix he was reading a book or something and every once in a while he'd bump the synth WAY up high in the mix at totally random moments..." -acid archives

no reissue, and don't expect one.

one more i read about that to me sounds like the ULTIMATE homemade artifact. god knows how i'll ever hear this, but maybe will at show and tell music would be kind enough to share mp3s some day?

i'm gonna defer you to will to describing this, and you can read about and hear a few tidbits of tons more lost lps at his great website linked above. here's the jist: "The coolest, funnest and weirdest discovery of recent years unearthed by local master digger Chris Veltri. For fetishists of DIY basement electro funk or real people expression, this is tough to beat. This is disco/funk with a philosophical new age message, voiced partly through a ventriloquist dummy. No shit. A 2 LP set with fat, pulsating, DIY analog beats on 4 side-long cuts and killer production that completely envelopes and penetrates the listener. The (33RPM) disc one is where it's at with "The Individual You", a spoken/sung philosophical synth wave/disco "message" number and flip side "T,J.'s Disco Philosophy" with unreal dialogue between Jones and his alter-ego ventriloquist dummy T.J. Hustler. Disc two is 45RPM with cuts "Foxy lady" and "Cycle of Life", both super-jankety tracks with similar sound but will appeal mostly to those who've ventured deep into, and been lost in, the DIY funk jungle."

dude... dig it...