I don't even know what the fuck is going on here. Primitive dance tracks rendered with sub-Mo Tucker caveman poundage, synth grunt and processed-beyond-belief Prince-worship vocals; Radio samples, chants, beeps and beats looped and pedal-jacker processed on the fly to tape! In between the humping there are sweaty back porch finger picking interludes and a few beard and ponytail synthesizer odysseys. Sounds like someone's blasting Luke Skywalker's "Bass Waves Compilation" through 12 blown speakers with optional chipmunk chorus. A bonafied summer jam if'n I ever did hear one! Cover star: Christine Lindberg (please don't sue me, thanks!) $5PPD
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