Loose, noisy misfit-tribal songs. Avant, strange, psychedelic, junkyard tribal percussive orientation on this limited, experimental CDR. Kind of like Tom Waits without the vocals (or with distant nonsensical ones) in a tripped out Arabian bazaar. It’s like dancing for coins in front of a camel meat butcher stand, and you are lightheaded and about to keel over from ingesting cleaning chemicals. No FCCs.

*1. Squeaking, off-kilter, worldy, scrapyard loose feel with distorted vocals used as a warbly texture. (2:32)
2. Ugly guitar strumming, cracky pirate vocals. (0:57)
3. Tuneless echoey keys build in intensity, looping distorted textures come in. (2:50)
*4. Uncomfortable machine-like pitch scraping, monk-like groans, crazy pedophile fisherman snarls, extremely slow rhythm but there is a heavy slam every few seconds. A gift to your listeners. (9:08)
5. Accordion and theremin improv with a more bouncy rhythm and bizarro vocals. (5:33)
6. Delicate suffocating airy, moaney vocals, tambourine, slow simple guitar tuneless meandering. Almost a freak-folky feel and then gets urgent. (4:23)
*7. Rattlesnake hiss keeps time for an existent acoustic guitar slightly pretty motif, trippy psyched out vocals and feel. (6:00)