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#	Samples	Title
Side 1
1.	MP3	"Plenty Of Water For Mud"
2.	MP3	"Chicken Wire"
3.	MP3	"19 Birthdays"
4.	MP3	"Bring Bang Room"
5.	MP3	"Baby Neon"
6.	MP3	"Smile For Me"
7.	MP3	"I Know How To Be Alone"
8.	MP3	"Up Here The Air Is Fresh & Sweet"
9.	MP3	"I'd Like To Take A Picture"
10.	MP3	"Tying Feathers Together (Ode To Firebird Suite)"
11.	MP3	"Rita Lolita"
12.	MP3	"Chuckle Or Diet Chocolate Eye"
13.	MP3	"Porupine"
14.	MP3	"At The Party, In The Woods"
15.	MP3	"Kiding Behind Waterfalls"
Side 2
1.	MP3	"Capital Punishment"
2.	MP3	"Save Your Love For Me"
3.	MP3	"In The Morning"
4.	MP3	"In The Garden"
5.	MP3	"By The Riverbank"
6.	MP3	"Heaven's An Instrumental"
7.	MP3	"Heaven With You Tonight"
8.	MP3	"Cubicles"
9.	MP3	"Let Freedom Ring"
10.	MP3	"Lion Island"
11.	MP3	"Through The Skull Of A Goat"
12.	MP3	"You Love To Party"
13.	MP3	"Warm In The Sun/Worn In The Sun"
14.	MP3	"Lion Land"

Quinn Walker's a sweetly sinister, suburban swami; roaming highways & cul-de-sacs with his one man neu rave nursery school band.

Here Voodoo-Eros release two albums for the price of one.

'Laughter's An Asshole' - With the safe sterility of Doogie Howser, Quinn Walker clicks on the broken keyboard of a broken computer

and brings you into a perilous playground packed with haunted horses murmuring merry-go-round music as they are led down the red

carpet by (the original) Mickey Mouse Club chorus. A single revolutionary guitar howls in wedded bliss with maracas, drums, tambourines,

keyboards, and masonic bells - all of which seem to play themselves. All this just to conjure the image of a hundred neon-static televisions

singing at you all at once.

'Lion Land' is basically an e-card sent to grandma back in Africa from a tribe of lions on their first visit to Disneyworld. Dams and whirlpools

of itchy frightening frequencies tenderly romance lyrics that orbit the worlds of ecstatic parochial school patriotism and junglebook moral codes.

Industrial beats are stocked by hems of cinematic synthesizers suckering you, as a sunset might, into having an emotional moment. Quinn's

feral musicianship flows freely through every anthem and a warm, howling wave of screams and whispers and pounding drums feel at times like

fuzzy hugs. 

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