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The pilot took a tab of acid in the control room and reclined back in his chair, mouth open

It was his birthday

A fly buzzed through....zzzz....



It was twilight April 20th on the nut farm

and we had one reel of tape left

The rhythm section was in stasis

As was the still & purple desert night



The door open a crack, a slice, a breach, a fissure

Unmasking a landscape of dust

Mr. Elevator and I set up a cockpit with synthesizers and keyboards galore and fried out two improvised long jam sandwiches

They are here on gluten-free wax for your holiday pleasure

Oh shit, here comes the cat

Recommended for:

Driving into a nuclear blizzard

Slo-mo airport human hunting

Staring at the ceiling(s)

Living through today and what comes next

Healing pod time-kill

Cloud lifting

For fans of

Zanov

Syrinx

Bruce Haack

Bleeps bloops

& Neo-maxi zoom dweebies

Better luck next year Earth!

Love

Psych-punk psychic warrior, ear worm-farmer, and possessor of many stamped passport pages John Dwyer does not let up. His group Oh Sees (aka Thee Oh Sees, OCS, The Oh Sees, etc) have transmogrified to fit many a moment - from hushed druggy folk to groovy demonic pop chants to science fictional krautrock expanse and beyond - to suit his omnivorous whims.

1. theeohsees.com
2. castlefacerecords.com