The second volume in this exciting series by this wastoid troupe from the buckeye state is even better than the first. While the highly popular Volume One introduced the band as the parole boards answer to the Cherry Blossoms, Volume Two: Cocain Spyders (the misspelling is the bands) finds the group more stoned, introspective and deliberate, with oscillators, delay drones, horns, and high pitched feedback squeals taking the place of more traditional instruments. Singer Kristy is, as ever, center stage, singing beautifully harrowing misfit tales of lonely strangers, train wrecks and dreams fading away. Volume Two also features what is perhaps, in our opinion, the quintessential Wild Gunmen track thus far - an untitled jam near the middle of the disc begins like any other paranormal WG track, until Kristy nonchalantly takes a break from singing to audibly converse with her captive party guests about sex and cocain(e), while Witt and Ron, undaunted, lock into a supremely fucked clarinet / guitar duet that sounds like a moonlight meeting between Rafael Toral and Little Howlin Wolf. When Kristy decides to begin singing again, the track only gets weirder, stretching out over several parts and nearly fifteen minutes like a lost ESP side or perhaps the music the guy who left the desperate answering machine message at the beginning of Charalambides Market Square might have made. As if all of this werent enough, Volume Two also includes the soon-to-be-punk-classic (Ive Got A) Washboard (For A Stomach)."\r\nThis is the second in what we hope will be a long running series of releases by Wild Gunmen on Mad Monk, but each one could be the last - word has it a few of the band members are dead set against these releases - so treasure and cherish every minute while it lasts!" - Mad Monk.