Jason: Guitar, Kazoo, Vocals
Michael: Vocals

Spoken-word acoustic doo wop, from one of our first recording sessions. Sometimes when you are standing up, it makes no sense…

Jason: Guitar, Vocals
Debbie: Chorus Vocals
Virginia: Percussion, End Vocals
Michael: Percussion, Backing Vocals

Jason was on the truck, and he saw this man with a bag of glass in his hands. He looked at him and said: “Why?” He said “Fill this bag with vegetables,” and, after receiving them, proceeded to slice each of his veggies into three pieces with a pair of hedge clippers. “One for the father, one for the son, one for….” How many bags do you want for an eye? How many bags will you have her lug?

Michael, Jason: Vocals

Acapella beatbox version of M.I.A.`s big hit single, with rather unplanned tempo changes during the second half.

Steve: Vocals
Virginia: Guitar
Michael: Vocals, Bass

The hazy, muddy moans of horse. Steve is singing gibberish. It`s not horse radish, but jabber rash. Doesn`t jibberish sound like jabber rash? He caught some jabber rash on his arm with some gibberish. You plant a horse and you get a radish. Steve was saddle-sore on his chest and it didn’t hurt. Things were riding his chest all day long. Riding it wrong, all day long.

Sarah: Vocals
Jason: Ukulele, Harmonica, Backing Vocals
Skippy: Drums
Michael: Bass, Piano & Keyboards

A trippy jam about a pilgrimage to the sky. We end up staying on a G chord for six and half minutes and meander through a few tempo changes, with Sarah`s narrative being the glue that keeps it all together.

Sarah: Vocals
Michael: Guitar, Vocals

Our simple and spontaneous love song to the Taiwanese tea craze that is sweeping the edges of the country. Prettiness. Inside my cup now. I’m not so happy anymore that I don’t have you. The rest of the food we got from the bubble tea restaurant was not too good though.

Sarah, Jason, Jon, Michael, Mike P: Vocals

Michael had it in his mind that an acapella/barbershop quartet version of this Nine Inch Nails tune would sound amazing. And on one fateful night he indeed got his wish, with a little bit of Bohemian Rhapsody unexpectedly tagged on at the end.

Jason: Vocals, Guitar
Michael: Backing Track

Jason`s melodramatic Spanish love song to a cancer-ridden Fidel Castro, improvised over a MIDI backing track.

Michael: Vocals, Guitar
Jason: Bass
Virginia: Vocals

A very mellow (creepy) acoustic tune, ending up with Michael whispering about mosquitos over only Jason`s awesome basslines and Virginia’s buzzing fly sounds. It’s a bit more serenely disquieting than that description would suggest though. Fun fact: the last five seconds is Michael`s audio interpretation of a fly being caught on a windshield with a wet rag that was in the middle of waxing the car.

Michael: Guitar, Vocals
Jason: Harmonica, Vocals
Sarah: Vocals
Virginia: Rattles, Intro Vocal
Arthur: Percussion, *Plastic*

Appalachian Valley, 1965. It was a difficult summer. I killed a man there once. There was red red blood all over the white white January snow, which was the cause of death. He knew he would take his clothes off in the whitest snow he had ever seen, amidst the hypothermia and the cocaine that hung out together like two bums on a train, doing January snow.

(This is our murder ballad soaked in heavy reverb. The incredibly apt gunshot sound at 0:16 was unplanned and came out of nowhere!)