Odd album. One murky hallucinogenic 20 minute motorik groove, an actually very surreal and compelling barnyard sound collage, a folk ballad subverted into a droning dirge and filled with creepy obsessive implications, and of course the unlistenable "Gusset Typing," which you'll just have to hear. Lots of pointless tracks, but 30+ minutes of good material. One of the better later NWW records, as obscure as it may be.
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