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Last But Not Leased
"Brother JT sideman leads his own away-team to the planet's surface, and returns drunk. The sonic, slurring, instrumental tonic they have decided to bottle up and pass off as their own is a dab of Hawkwind, a pinch of Dead C., and a sprinkle of any number of desert rock's heaviest comancheros. You could say it's the finest non-vocal release to pass through the turnstiles since the Smashchords' 12". Or if you weren't born then, how about Earth 2? Say whatever you like. So long as it's not Gone III."