Cosmonaut snake charmer reed/synth/electronics freak-ness from KC.
Not entirely unlike MRP on PCP w/ a zurna firmly clenched in jaws. Strangeness projects into the stratosphere, and everyone dreams about their teeth falling out. On their previous cassette "Apples of Gold", The Alters brought to mind a massively psychedelic early organic Residents vibe, reciting disturbing excerpts of Grimm's Fairy Tales as interpreted by damaged space cadets. Helmets intact, on these jams they strap in and strip down to the essential duo form and deliver these aquatic wake-and-bake groovers. Clarinet / synth workouts for underwater hibernation rituals. The porthole is fogging up kiddies, and the sonar is on the fritz.