Quintessential arcane mystery mulch from the deepest recesses of 80's underground tape culture, courtesy of blog friend Brad Laner, whom all queries regarding this one should be addressed to, as anyone trying to glean info on the cryptic characters responsible for these two extended bouts of narcotized bloop and scrabble (beyond their L.A. origins evidenced by their contact address on the insert) would be left wanting. Not a whiff of their one-time existence is to be found anywhere. The flat tire cyclical flop of The Freshly Wrapped Candies and This Heat testcard patches of morse coded malevolence could both be said to vaguely signpost the coordinates of the quizzical sonic purgatory that is Xandosis. C.E.D.S. might fall short of the two mighty aforementioned outfits (few wouldn't), but their burbling pit of brain addling ennui is one I'd be glad to be stuck in indefinitely.
Note: Despite umpteen attempts, Massmirror mysteriously refused to work for this particular upload, so I've used Xirror instead in this one instance.
UPDATE: IT SEEMS THAT I SOMEHOW AMAZINGLY OVERLOOKED THE NAMES CLEARLY VISIBLE ON THE PHOTOS, AS IT TOOK BRAD TO POINT OUT TO THICK 'OL ME THAT THIS WAS A PROJECT FEATURING SOME HEAVY DUTY L.A. SCENE LEGENDS, NOST NOTABLY EX-GERM DON BOLLES, WHO IS HERE FEATURED ALONGSIDE DINAH CANCER AND FUTURE DREAM SYNDICATE MEMBER PAUL CUTLER, WHO WERE HIS BANDMATES IN 45 GRAVE AT THE TIME THAT C.E.D.S. WAS RECORDED, WHICH THIS DATES FROM THE EARLIEST ERA OF. DESPITE THE L.A. CONTACT ADDRESS, YOU'LL NOTICE THAT IT SAYS "RECORDED IN PAUL'S UTILITY SHED, PHOENIX, ARIZONA", EVIDENTLY C.E.D.S. BEING THE BYPRODUCT OF SOME DRUG ADDLED DOWNTIME FROM 45 GRAVE'S WOODSHEDDING PERIOD IN ARIZONA BEFORE THEIR EMERGENCE ON THE L.A. SCENE.
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