Fred Bigot's early "Panasonic meets rockabilly" sides have been compiled and sequenced in such a way that you can't help but think that you're listening to a 21th century version of KLF's "Chill Out" except the country and Elvis references have been deleted and changed to things you people wouldn't believe like the sounds of attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion and C-beams that glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. You know, shit like you'd read about in a Samuel Delany book or something. Culled from two 12"s of murky minimalist proto Schaeffel beat plus outtakes these tracks exhibit the full spectrum of heaviness from T Rex-like rock groove head nod decadence to expanding the notion of stereo separation in such a way that that Memorex dude on the couch would turn into a puddle of flesh. In leather. How do you explain this stuff? You can't--it was from the future.