This very odd, harmless man has been making very odd, harmless music for over three decades and at the moment I pretty much agree with the magazine Bucketful of Brains' quote, that he is "The Best Kept Secret In The World".
This album was released in 1978 and has some songs that can still seriously put the majority of contemporary lo-fi indie dudesters to the test. And kick their asses. A couple songs sound like the first ever glimpses of rap and others sound like if the Beatles did drugs with Sebadoh.
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grooved discs.
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