I picked this up at a record store on California's Central Coast over the holidays, from the guy who used to sell Mrs. Ape Mummy her teenage 7"s and weed to her uncle. I love his store; he's constantly playing stoner rock and doom metal at levels far too loud to be appropriate, and everything always smells like nag champa. He will tell tales about how old timers on the police force still ask him about his head shop. The aged masters of record stores are almost all retired or dead, but a few still keep the flame alive, and are willing to share a look at their Sabbath bootlegs should you seem "cool".
King Coffey's Trance Syndicate put this one out, headlined by the almighty Cherubs and backed capably by the likes of Ed Hall, Crust, and Drain. I'm not exactly sure why I was intimidated by a bunch of acid-soaked Texans back in 1993. When our paths have crossed since then, they've always seemed like such nice fellas; real salt of the earth.
Have a little loving clamor for your ears on Valentine's Day, whether you're solo, paired, or in a throuple.
