I’ve been rotated our catalog on this site since they only allow three songs at a time. “Mr. Squiggly” remains there always and I post different stuff every week or two.
Newly discovered recording of Meat Cigars jamming out.
“Surrogate Sex”, the opening foray on Seattle’s Meat Cigars single, sounded great with the road drill yesterday but, stuck in Cricklewood with a peculiar smell of rotting papers rising from the carpet, it pales somewhat. And that’s despite some rousingly deadpan lyrics (“Surrogate sex/I can’t get it on”), and a suitably wired guitar. Shame!