performance:

paul ambro: bass guitar

jason harvey: guitar

michael ambro: keyboards

dennis harvey: guitar

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition | mixing | recording

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

Look at the compu-radar readout
Approaching the azimuth vector 32
Exploding volcanic follicles beneath me
Lurch in my g-couch as we impact the goo

Encased in a leaky balloon of alien sebum
The approaching sea of yellow eruptions
Spaceship descending in a gravitational squeeze
Gushing into the planetary sneeze

We come in peace to Planet Pus
Take me to your lesion

Negative feedback from the teeming sticky sea
Infected intelligence pussibly be
When wisdom would transmission ooze
Perhaps with slimy pus cores they snooze

What language they speak and pop
Sticky snot beams splatter and plop
Pus clogging engines, we descend to the boil
I walk out onto the alien sticky soil

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition | lyrics

paul ambro: composition | lyrics

jason harvey: composition | lyrics

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

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

performance:

mohsin atif: bass guitar

omran shafique: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

mohsin atif: composition

omran shafique: composition | mixing | production | recording

dennis harvey: production

extra composition/production:

taha malik: 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:

... As we rounded the corner near the source of the commotion, a beat-up sedan whizzed by and smashed into the side of a building, leaving a giant, unexpectedly dank hole like an open wound in the red brick. I stared, shaken, but then looked around and realized the streets were swarming with... beings. I couldn't explain it. Short, stunted halflings with furry feet; tall, slender, haughty-looking jerks with pointed ears and hair like streaming gold; round, bearded, smelly guys who looked like small, two-legged wooly mammoths covered in armor. They were all drunk, weaving about, singing songs, being sick in the street. What the hell was happening? I watched the insane scene for a few moments before seeing it: the chalupa, Rastanefarious' chalupa, lying there on the street right where I left it, a shimmering portal extending out of it from which these bonkers fantasy creatures emerged. It was the chalupa vortex, left open for refugees from another world, travelers fresh off the chalupa boat. I smashed a fist into my other hand, furious. Had this been Rastanefarious' plan all along, and I'd just been the key to open the door?

I looked back at the beat-up sedan. The driver was nowhere to be found, and the hole in the brick building seemed to extend inside forever. This had been no coincidence - on the crumbling brick next to the dank hole was a battered sign: "MMM, D.D.S. (appts. only)". Without even thinking, without trying to analyze how I'd missed this telltale sign that night with the chalupa, I jumped into the still-running sedan and punched the gas, straight into the darkness. Blue Moon played from tinny speakers as I plunged through the sudden night, anger and determination overcoming any rationality. ...

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

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

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. ...

(Snoring. Phone rings.)
Saruman: "Hello?"
Wyrmtongue: "Hehe, master..."
Saruman: "Yep."
Wyrmtongue: "I guess what I'm trying to say is: we should attack the people of Rohan while they're riding to Helm's Deep."
Saruman: "Mm-hm."
(Cheering from orcs)
Wyrmtongue: "Their women and children will be weak and defenseless."
Saruman: "Okay."
(Cheering from orcs)
Wyrmtongue: "We should send out our Wargs to kill them."
Saruman: "Right. Whatever you say."
(Cheering from orcs)
Wyrmtongue: "And then, we should rape their horses and ride off on their women..." (cheering from orcs) "...and prune the hedges of their many small villages. Hehe, master..."
Saruman: "Okay bye."
(Cheering from orcs)

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar | voice

michael ambro: guitar | voice

paul ambro: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition | lyrics

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | 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 | mixing | recording

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 ...