This was Stewart Copeland of The Police's private press hippy drug freakout album from his days at Berkeley and it's a little slice of history that I bet he dearly wishes had stayed buried. I gather only a few hundred originals were fabricated back in the day, but some enterprising bootlegger tossed a few hundred more out into collector geek land about 10 years back and here it is for your perusal. This a gem of fried lo-fi "real people" acid damage, sounding somewhere between The Godz, The Decayes, and Heratius. Don't be too hasty with your judgement on this one either, as it's not 'til side B rolls around that this goes from being merely a fascinating curio and actually becomes some seriously compelling shite.
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