Critters Buggin' Meanwhile, in the basement of a purple house at the corner of 15th and 72nd, three mutant musicians from outer space are working it out. Talk is minimal. They sweat and groan as the musical influences melt together. They are unaware that their nervous systems are being tampered with by an alien civilization whose ascended master came from Saturn. Improvisational sci-fi punk rock jazz. The kick stand hog shags Bill Gates and mounts blasta under redeye sheets of Burundi. Get out the shears cause the Critters are coming. Along the way they have toured the west coast, flown to Poland and Japan, and scrambled the D.N.A. of a percussionist or two. The Musicians:
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