A spiral of improvised reciprocities, buoyed by field sound, radio, and deep cut samples from the collective wisdom. 4 hours of fuzzy, visceral psychedelia performed live for meteor showers. The Oedipal experience. The unanswered call. The babies…had Beefheart done Broadway, or Gary Wilson stalked Stockhausen. Supersaturated doom chorale for crossing over. Initiated on air, a collage of rooms and tones in pursuit of folded time. A noise party for the end of the world: the Doomsday Clock reads 23:58 and there are shredded strings, electric springs, and distorted synths to melt your face off in solidarity with all of human-kind. Troglodyte vamps and footwork skitter move flesh, spirit and circuits in and out of whip-crack kaleidosound. Get down and strip-mine the exotic for the erotic. Also, in stalkerish pursuit of Cindy. Also, in space. Improvised music for cello and contrabass, where rapidly shifting textures give way to melodicism tempered with a fondness for harsh noise. A surreal musical story of two friends on an adventure to save the giant worm from dying in order to keep the portal open to the Butter World Robots-with-feelings ambient music, made with turn-of-the-millenium tools. Believed lost for a decade and exhumed, reeking like century egg, with a gleaming patina of nostalgia. Bass and alto saxophone improvisations traverse the continuum between eloquent melodicism and weird noises, plus an extra shot of energy from piano legend Davis. Where extreme metal and noise meet high-energy improvisation, this trio erects a dense and prickly wall of sound–and then topples it on the listener. Vertiginous, virtuosic impressions of hotel lounge grooves frame a bestiary of bizarre aural cartoon personalities…plus some fucked-up funk.