...massive pile up o' tapes documentin' th'work o' DAM back in th'early/mid 70's...back in th'days when stadium rock/countryrock/college prog/worn out glitter was s'posed to be what was happ'nin some cats took it on themselves to get a new thang goin'...all across th'planet pockets o' resistance were gettin' down with pure ol rockin'n rollin'...it didn't matter what sorta racket it was(krautrock riffin'/velvets drone/cheap electronics/ staight ahead blastin' th'decibels out)as long as it was from th' heart it was cool...over in th'motor city these cats were puttin' down everythin' that crawled into their noggins, a criss/cross o' cheepo culture all splurgin' out from every hole...rockedup free jazz/exploito flix/eerie comix/tape manipulation mix up'n splatter across th'cranium leavin' a residue so sticky it will stay around for as long as needed...th' blurred messy sound o' cheap booze'n bad drugs just keeps on comin'...layabouts diggin' th'avant slop from older times are gonna froth'n foam with abandoned excitement'n pure joy while this snazzed 3'n one half hours 'o hotcha aural surgery spins into infinity...uptight cats not diggin' th'freeform madness would probably just foam with outrage...fire up a doobee 'n sink into th'nightmare 'o unknown possibilties stacked with madness'n fun...