France’s fave psych-snakecharmer trances a new coiled creature from the same thatched basket of white light fuzz, canned drums, and keyboard sign language. Over on the wrong side of the tracks there’s Midwestern madcap Charles ‘Free’ Taterbug, perched on a fence with a 2-string and some rusted tape machines, crooning to the crickets in the parking lot. Sleeve art by Carlos Gonzalez.
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