performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

notes:

... "You think you can defeat my master?" Multi-Mouth's booming voice emanated ominously from all of his volcanic, spurting mouths. "You thought so once before. Don't you remember?"

"IMO BRUSH ALL YO TEEF!" I shrieked in an uncontrollable frenzy as the memories flooded my mind. A giant sword, bursting with blue light, appeared in my hand as I bolted through the air like a winged mystical avatar of justice. With an epic battle cry, I brought the sword down onto Multi-Mouth's spewing, gelatinous form, tearing clean through his screaming, quivering body.

And just like that, it was over. I was standing in a pool of slowly seeping jelly, the sword's light fading in my hand, the dim light of the cavern shimmering in the sudden stillness. I stood with my eyes closed, panting, the words my nemesis had spoken moments ago finally sinking in. His master? I shook my head in disbelief. Multi-Mouth had been a pawn all along. It was all a set-up - get me to enter the chalupa vortex, awaken the sleeping demon within, and drag him out into this world so he could wreak havoc and find hosts for his interdimensional conquest. Multi-Mouth was the bait, I'd stepped right into it, thinking I was solving some poor dame's case, only to bring about the destruction of the universe. In the meantime, the vortex stood open across dimensions and worlds I couldn't even fathom, all prone to this demon's diabolical plans. ...

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

michael ambro: noises | voice

paul ambro: noises | voice

jason harvey: noises | voice

dennis harvey: noises | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

paul ambro: guitar

michael ambro: keyboards

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

notes:

... and like a perverse underture to all the events that followed, memories I knew as my own collided in a cacophonous blur with ones I didn't recognize, bulging and poking at my brain like a coked-out badger in a balloon ...

performance:

michael ambro: guitar | voice

paul ambro: keyboards | voice

jason harvey: voice

dennis harvey: guitar | noises | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

notes:

... Because the next thing I knew, I was strapped in a chair, facing a giant pulsating void, a blackness so deep that it made the light around it seems like a sun when I tried to look away. Two spindly black arms extended out of it, holding a giant leather tome, and a distended, cracked mouth read from it in a surprisingly pleasant voice - a children's story called "Storytime with Dark Lord Sauron". What was with this creep? Why couldn't I move or look away? Was this a dream? Suddenly the voice turned threatening, and the words it spoke battered against the unbidden memories in my head, distorting them into a despicable gibe - a "hobbit", a ring again. The mouth opened into a scream that shook the inky void, made me scream myself as my eardrums burst and the arms reached out to bore ringless fingers straight through my eyes...

I woke up again with a start. My filthy apartment, smelly sheets, the alarm clock beeping... dammit! I'd had enough with this waking up jazz. It was time to get to work and not pass out again. ...

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

all sounds by various artists

extra composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording