"They have reworked and remixed everybody from Cee Lo to Paolo Nutini to Temper Trap and even Tom Jones. Lots of people are whispering their names right now -- here's your chance to hear why. Sometimes you can come across a musical project that encapsulates the fun we all have in our lives, which then instantly becomes a soundtrack to get you through your daily grind. So welcome to the world of Boe Weaver, where 3D sunglasses are needed just to understand the madness of what is being concocted. As one review of Boe Weaver's debut so rightly put it, 'If this LP was thirty-odd years old and the soundtrack to some exploito-hacker movie, then it would be changing hands for £200 plus. However, it's a new release, which means you don't have to pay through the nose to land a copy.' You definitely should because what Boe Weaver do is far-out shit, basically. A lava lamp of sound exploding in your face. A cosmic rearrangement and prolonged derangement of the senses that is totally necessary in an era when 99% of music does anything but that. What happened to wanting to change the world through music? Start a revolution? Healing the karmic wounds of the universe? Sick and the needy? It's right here. We could also maybe point to some disparate contemporary reference points too: Chrome Hoof, Oneida, The Horrors, Dungen, David Holmes, Cherrystones. That type of thing."