Seeing daylight strictly on cd-r this former NY one man act couldn't afford a guitar growing up in hell's kitchen. But his hatred for the filth that rummaged in the back alley ways from Red Hook to the South Bronx could only be contained for so long, as he took a rusty pocketknife to the kidneys of a dumpster diving mendicant who sifted through the garbage of the restaurant in which he washed dishes on many a Summer's night. He looked down at the clutches of his sanguineous display, only to see a Casio XL453 keyboard soaked to inoperability by his crimson rage. Providence was within reach, he looked at the firmament above and with a Nordic spirit known to none but him, he took this instrument of salvation passed the soup kitchens and Guido nightclubs to the apartment which he shared alongside 7 Mexicans and began preparations to unleash the scorn that had lay smoldering like an Aussie brush fire. Soon thereafter his dearly departed Auntie left him $100, to which he quickly cashed in for a drum machine. The rest is history...
dled full album here
dled full album here
