Oxbow
The Narcotic Story

Stories [quite] sound-narqo(s)[dis]leptic

These quite convulsive/accident-prone/gasping [audio]stories narcotic penetrate the air, then the now eviscerated auricular para-pavilions with such fèroce vèhemence and similarly-impressionist unprecedented effectiveness that the surrounding environment becomes, in just and brief turning of the first two tracks ["Mr. Johnson" + "Geometry Of Business"] mortifуingly frozen/stiff (if not, of course).

Madly paranoid, disconcerting, voluminous ("Down A Stair Backward"), askew, sickly, over+flowing ("A Winner Every Time"), unstable, recalcitrant, gasping, splashing, (why not) damned, unusual ("Frank's Frolic"), mephistophelic psychic-blows ("It's The Giving, Not The Thinking") are democratically/equally distributed everywhere (by Ai Fai, comma, to the min) condensing a light as well as abnormal alternative-blues-noise-rock foggy little opera: as intensely eavesdrop-disturbing as impeccably mucho+quite neuron-involving.

Rock-and-roll stuff (to cut a long story short), Dears Friends [absolutely NO! Maria De-Filippica relationship], from (mono)neuron_ practically and irreparably trashed [in short].

PS:
if, then, it really shouldn't rock-please you there's always the sly/little/nù new TestadiRadioArqobalenizzato fully/downloadable device;

PS # 3:
if, then, it really shouldn't please you [Pt. 2] (something about which I would moreover have serious let’s say dubious doubts) I would still friendly advise you [he may also be a good guy (the, let's say, "qantante") but you never know with these energy-bulls/Tibetan mastiffs tattooed..] not to bring it up to him in Person.