CD - Schemer - 8905 (1989)
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Is it a band or a new astronomical configuration? Music is the backbeat of the spheres; and for once American Space travel pays off.
From the furthest reaches of space, that is, Kramer’s Noise New York Studio, float a few celestial riffs and spooky knocks. The lyrics were picked up by antenna. And only Kramer knows what else snuck in while the channels were open.
On Saturn they’re only just pickin’ up the signal. And the bartender says: these guys have a sound.
The sound is Today. A few light years away, but it’s still now. Flying out of the mystery and back in your life. By laser beam.
-Mickey Zebulon.
| Name | Author | Notes |
|---|---|---|
| Flowers | Krukowski/Wareham/Yang | |
| Pictures | Krukowski/Wareham/Yang | |
| Parking Lot | Krukowski/Wareham/Yang | |
| Don't Let Our Youth Go To Waste | Jonathan Richman | |
| Temperature's Rising | Krukowski/Wareham/Yang | |
| Oblivious | Krukowski/Wareham/Yang | |
| It's Getting Late | Krukowski/Wareham/Yang | |
| Instrumental | Krukowski/Wareham/Yang | |
| Tugboat | Krukowski/Wareham/Yang | |
| King of Spain | Krukowski/Wareham/Yang | |
| Crazy | Krukowski/Wareham/Yang |