Back-porch stoner folk-rock. Stream-of-consciousness lyrics recited semi-tunelessly over ramshackle rhythms, simplistic guitar chicken-scratching, and a general oh-screw-it feel to the whole affair. Almost none of the songs are even moderately fast (because that would be too much exertion?). And because/despite those characteristics, it’s sort of charming. This is the kind of album that makes kids (the very few who might hear this) think, “Hey, I can do at least that well … maybe I should start a band”.

CD1
1. Long, quasi-random noise-boogie
2. Resigned, tired sounding
3. Simplest of tunes scratched out barely competently
4. Going all Neil Young with wooo-ooo vocalizing and louder guitars
5. Samples (or tape interjections, more likely) of old crooners, radio announcers over a slow guitar noodle
6. Wow, actual acoustic guitar chords

CD2
1. Scratchy throat added to vocalist’s list of misdeeds
2. A la Culturecide, the vocalist is accompanied by a recording of a real singer
3. Almost-jazzy guitar and amplifier hum accompaniment
4. The one uptempo song – vocals more croony than recitations in other tracks and guitar effects spice up track
5. E-bow guitar over lackluster rhythm
6. Space noodling and spaced-out vox
7. Guitar effects want badly to break into a jam but eventually just peter out