this is my get the fuck up and get stuff done song because my time at home to work has turned into time to sleep and lie down in various parts of my house in the fetal position // whoops! just sayin’ but they play pharoahe monch a lot in artisan roast ~ hip hop and coffee // dream date y’all ~
'Massive downer/deformed solo guitar lurch with muffled F/X-fucked vocals that sound like someone with a slowed-down reel-to-reel inserted in their skull and jacked into their tongue and the kind of railroading steel strings that match Heather Leigh circa Jailhouse Rock for miasmic post-MB psychedelic Industrial blues. While the vocalist/guitarist are caught in the midst of a waking dream somewhere in the middle-distance someone else shows up on drums right next to the microphone and keeps threatening to break into the kinda peg-leg bandstand rocking of Doodles or early Jandek, giving the whole deal the unlikely appeal of a Scorces-plays-Hawkwind deal w/an autistic lead singer and the drummer from The Clean playing with both arms in slings. Which is to say this is a pretty outré side from a label that pretty much invented the modern sound of confusion.'