...boot o' th' first outpourins from th' whitehouse name in nineteen80...cathartic screamin against basement electronics over th' course o' halfhours raw primal skreeech pulsations...their whole proposition isza dilemma o' th' first order, are they beatniks reportin th' facts from 'n outta control square world or maybe they're just askin a question or two...but they may have th' answer to media saturation perpetrated by th' most uptight thinkin cubes who seek to confound 'n capitalize while theres still time...cats witha head fulla smoke may wish to visualize this rakkit as some sorta entertainment from a boho cafe in a bill burroughs tale...could be a steppin off point into 'nother world where 'everythang IS as it seems' 'n th' population consists o' right thinkin cats down with th' hep vibe...