Evokes a slothy march up the mountainside of ferny Mt. McKinley with skies over your shoulder, water flasks bouncing, possible lashes of the whip forcing onwards the army of syntho-dwarfs. Pleasant busy neon notes in a vein of ore pouring out from Mount Ralph, we must not stop for gas. Unusual melodic lines and ultra-colorful fabric overlaps. At one point we careen into a lush ritualized cover of "Dean's Dream" by Dead Milkmen. All in all, a full carafe of well drafted hedgehog lemonade notions.
I strongly urge you to buy this tape from the internet
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