Church bells toll and a Central American street scene engulfs the observer, already knee-deep in a celebratory drum circle moments after starting "Golden Real Magic." "Destruction in every direction." A string of found sounds brazenly collide amidst a fuzz twang fueled Iggyesque jam, leaving remnants of native folk songs hurtling towards the ins and outs of 50 nearby galaxies. Sequences of sound that remind you how cool it is to have ears attached to a brain which forms pop music from snippets and shards. Sequences of sound that actually are slices of future pop classics. Your grandchildren will have "Paranoia Explosion" as their ring-tone. This is magic realism travel music, man. "World Independence" is a pocket full of posies. Kids having fun and layers of manipulated tape hiss. A feeling of connectivity, a Lation vacation. Guitars in the tropics and everyone adds a voice. When the morning comes this world will light our hut with subdued hues. These two Gigantic Blonde Boy albums inhabit a single cassette, dually colored with both a blue and a green side. Graffiti splattered outer sleeve is the cover of "Golden Real Magic," and the case unfolds like an open book to reveal an open book, the hidden cover of "World Independence."
