1929 - Last But Not Leased

Brother JT sideman leads his own away-team to the planets surface, and returns drunk. The sonic, slurring, instrumental tonic they have decided to bottle up and pass off as their own is a dab of Hawkwind, a pinch of Dead C., and a sprinkle of any number of desert rocks heaviest comancheros. You could say its the finest non-vocal release to pass through the turnstiles since the Smashchords 12. Or if you werent born then, how about Earth 2 ? Say whatever you like. So long as its not Gone III." - Siltbreeze.