The Sun Is The Radioactive Wasp Egg

(Cor Ardens - 04) Cassette $10.00

Matthew Pony Payroll Bones and Jenny Moon Tucker, known for endurance-challenging performance rituals of cymbals and bells flying through the air, splintering ancient railroad surplus, and a lazy hand wielding a sparking power-tool that slowly ate through a rickety mesh of wire fence which was dragged into the center of the venue, begin with their voyeuristic transmission as two individuals casually conversing about local Baltimore eateries, the weather. Small-town observations recede toward a fluid whistling and clatter barely emerged. A swell of pots and pans heaved in pathetic rage. Sort of funny. Amphibious dirge.