Max Groadie – Cobras that Fight in Space

The letter that accompanied this CD looked like it had been written by a nine year old and the music isn’t much better than Casio beats, keyboard doodles and movie samples (probably assembled by that same nine year old). It sounds like it was recorded on a tape deck then dubbed to CD. The packaging is inane. It’s such a pointless “fuck you” I love it, but of course I’ll never listen to it again. More please. (Terence Dick)

CD, Sevrd Records,


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