One point five hours and counting. Houston, do you read me? Lost forever, marching in an evil synthesizer engineer's comatose plan. Songs like only a flamingo at the roller rink could bellow. A devious construction project outwitted by a couple of guys with keyboards. Thanks to you two, our kittens and our timeworm breeding house is safe. Perpetrators remain at large and anonymous. 90 minute tape wrapped in silkscreened poster by Allison Prideaux.

Stoner Boyfriends - The House That Isn't There