A charmingly confounding lost slice of Swedish underground experimentation that's sitting in a curious little corner of it's own invention. D.I.Y. explorations of the cosmos are intriguingly constrained by technical limitations into assuming multiple odd postures only to be swept asunder by sudden interventions of squalling free improv, soundbites from The Lone Ranger, lopsided skeletal jazz rock, demented vocal looning and sundry other maneuvers expressly designed to screw with your brain.
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