At long last, here is the debut LP from The Cherry Blossoms, who describe themselves as Middle-Tennessees finest anarchic post neo-skiffle collective specializing in kazoo-exotica." They are the musical heirs of Dock Boggs visceral holler; they share the true gut-sung honesty of Bosavi guitar band music; they are a Dixie-fried Arkestra with out-of-tune acoustic guitars replacing every saxophone and a kazoo in place of Sun Ras mellotron. This LP finally brings to proper format their most celebrated and celebratory songs, from interstellar boogie ("Rockin Rocket Ship") to agitational architectural conservation anthem ("Golden Windows"), The Cherry Blossoms offer the OTHER Nashville Sound, the one that a multi-million dollar industry and a million pairs of snakeskin boots will never notice and can never corrupt. With only handmade releases and limited touring, the band has made fans and friends of the likes of Ben Chasny (Six Organs of Admittance), Will Oldham, Josephine Foster, and David Tibet (Current 93). Thats an extremely short list _جø¬_?? few who have heard the songs and voices of Peggy Snow, John Allingham, and the legion other Cherry Blossoms past and present have been immune to the contagious sound of the most honest band in America." - Black Velvet Fuckere.