White Boy Keyboard Jazz
Like the groundhog, emerging from a lengthy slumber, poking his head out from the den, to a crowd of people overwhelmed with curiosity as to whether or not he will see his own shadow, Beeshu Records has released its third release. The music is as if God and all his angels overflowed in a trumpetous crescendo, as if the Devil countered with seething bass notes of his own, and as if all the Universe and its sounds were brushed onto a 30 minutes cassette tape. This is Astronaut Ice Cream Headache. This is a dichotomy of good and evil. Turn the tape over, asshead.
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