Oceans of the Moon

FOR FANS OF CHROME, VON LMO, GEORGE BRIGMAN, STOOGES AND DNA 

“A DUSTY PLAIN 

A RED SKY

SAND IN YOUR TEETH 

‘I DON’T FEEL SO GREAT…’

A POST-APOCALYPTIC HOOPTIE JEEP-JAMMER

‘WHY IS EVERYTHING IN RUINS?

THERE MUST BE OTHERS LIKE US OUT HERE SOMEWHERE…’

THIS FINE SIZZLING GREASE PIT OF CYBER PUNK COMES TO US FROM 

PSYCHIC VETERAN RICK PELLETIER (OF SIX FINGER SATELLITE, LANDED, LA MACHINE) 

ALWAYS BRINGING AN INTERESTING, BENT AND LURID ACCOUNT OF VISIONS TO WAX FOR THE HUNGRY EAR BONE 

THIS TIME AROUND THE EQUIPMENT SCAVENGED IS GUITAR, DRUMS, SYNTH AND VOCALS

THE BEAT GOES FULL LOTUS CLIMBING OUT OF THE GOO 

LIKE MEN WITH SAP GLOVES SLAPPING THE HULLS OF THE REMAINING CLUBS 

KEEPING THE PEACE DURING LIVE ACTIONS

GORGEOUS NAUSEATING SYNTHESIZED HARMONIES BLOWING THRU THE CEILING VENTS

FRICKLE-FRIED GUITAR BELLY SLISH AND VOCALS DELIVERED OVER THE P.A. AT BARTER TOWN  

(SOMETIMES FROM THE WORKERS IN THE PIT, IN UNISON)

PICTURE A BUCKET OF MOLTEN METAL WITH GOBS OF SCALP SIZZLING AND SINKING AWAY..

DANCE MUSIC FOR THE INFECTED 

BE SURE TO DOUBLE UP ON YOUR DOSE BEFORE DRIVING AROUND ON THIS ONE 

SO YOU CAN WIPE THE CHUM SMEAR OFF YOUR WIND SCREEN - John Dwyer

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