Blast from the fucking past, man. I played this tape non-freaking stop in 4th grade. I was fascinated with its trippy synthetic noises (we’d call it electronica now) mixed with its furious need to rock. If you can’t remember this was a one-off side project consisting of two of the dudes from Duran Duran who obviously needed to show that they had some testosterone, Robert Palmer before he hit big, and some kickass black drummer whose name I don’t recall. I’ve been able to download 6 of the 8 tracks that make up this hidden gem. I dunno what made me think of this album, but I am having a blast listening to this stuff.
[Note — I have since found the remaining two tracks since first publishing this. And if the RIAA is reading — I purchased this album at retail price in 1984. . . the tape may still be in a box in my parents’ house. . .so I have every right to have a digital copy.]
