Contrived!  Artificiated!  Amalgamated!  Conglomerated!

Just four of the many adjectives that will be banned when the world foretold in our forthcoming album 'WALL OF CORRIDORS' takes effect.  The setting:  now-ish.  The weather: dystopian.  The music:  odd, with a chance of more than three edits per minute.

Yes.  We looked back at six months of jams and jamming and said, yes, there must be enough for one, jam-packed, 80-minute CD here.  If nobody on this planet lives to tell the tale, alien races will thrill to our tones and feel chills up both spines when the understated story contained on this disc takes uhhold.

This album is an easy listen, if you like to listen to The Overture Of 1812 through headphones made of cannons.  This album is goo for the whole family, if your family has been mechanically separated and mixed together in a big meat pudding, and only after a quick visit with the laser debeaker!

That's right!  Fact farming may be a scourge on our mental environment, but we deign to pretend to continue the quest of making Boulez palatable to teenagers who have received the now customary three knocks of an ice pick above the oc's.  Now that lame is the melee weapon of choice for choice concert-goers and concert-performers, we shall step in with The Big Lame, which is actually eighty percent corn, so it's not really lame, but it won't trigger your brain to make you feel that you have recieved enough calories.

Yes!  Here comes the Grand Calorie!  Here comes the sucker punch that will leave the taste of pennies on your palate.

Stay tuned...