Incandescent mungo-sopor-plosive jam meeting recorded live in aught-six in Birmingham during the first Moth/Star outing. Kind of reminiscent of those evenings when a neatly dressed couple rings the bell, asks if they could come in to discuss some literature, then sets fire to the coffee table and makes off with the good stock; a chicken-blaster, in other words, a blur-drift workout of the first water, with an air of fuzzy-fanged heaviness that tries and tries but can't quite shake itself awake. Hand-done packaging by Pretend Art Industries. Quantities limited to whenever Nathan calls a halt to it, which may be soon. Act now, friends, for these sounds may not last long.