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hi... and a happy 1972 to you all. Not much has happened since the last "album". "We" feel trapped. Why only focus only on the great lichens of the deep fields? We want to broaden the horizons. "I" must also update that the "singer" was last seen outside "my" house in the pouring rain shirtless and screaming at the sky. While slicing across his soaked chest with a sword, his wild laugh echoed into the evening sky. True, this was all pretty much his normal routine, but when he slashed my power line and brutally electrocuted himself continously, I became concerned. However, I'm not quite sure what happened to him the rest of THAT night because I shut the blinds and went to sleep. "I" sometimes miss the shadowy figure outside of my window performing destructive acts upon himself. As for "the" "guitarist", "he" is working on a time traveling dioadello. Be aware that this band will of course inevitably regroup in the early 1990's when the "drummer" is out of prison. The second album is done, but it must be sent by pony to Nicaragua where in turn the bassist will canoe it to Madagascar for its untimely release.
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This is a loud, angry, sludgy guitar ensemble, returning us to the sound of Seattle, circa, 1993. |
CD: Deep Field Lichens
Label: Tennessee Rye
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Surf music combined with bad music. |
CD: Deep Field Lichens
Label: Tennessee Rye
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Very experimental song. It pretty much does what it wants to and we've never played it the same twice. Everyone likes this song, or at least pretends to, in order to make us feel good. |
CD: Deep Field Lichens
Label: Tennessee Rye
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