...to get th' handle on this outtasite wax a cats gotta imagine a collision o' th' eastern skuffle o' th' kaliedoscope when they got inna twangin trance groove 'n those g.i. punx th' monks when they're layin down th' neverendin thud that they were passmasters o'...this mix up o' vibrationz takes place outside th' th' funky office o' some shady cigar puffin manager who has visions o' makin a pile o' geetus with th' next big thang...in early 67 this coulda been th' next acid pop sensation but it went unreleased due to rec.co. not havin any faith...a coupla trx aint totally up to par but mostly this isa soopah doopah lobe loobin...