Another Day At The Orifice

Wanna see our Baby? Here she is, all wrapped up fuzzy-like, warm, and ready for love. She's a beautiful Baby, too-mammoth-like in tongue and groove. She's got the best sonic genetics money can buy-a little bit jazz, '50s meets '90s in a jive-shuckin' meltdown. She don't mean a thing if she ain't got swing, which she's got in spades. "I'm Not Joking", sets lady's pipes a-crooning, synths dissipating into the clouds like a Marlboro's smoke, and the pitter-patter of tiny feet-drums with their best two forward.
ANOTHER DAY AT THE ORIFICE is the offspring of Blissenden and Burdall-that's us, proud parents of this spunky little audio tot. This kiddo's going places. She's so mighty, meaty, big, and bouncy. She's quite the multi-talent, too, doing the Tangerine Dream funky thang with all sorts of spiky gee-tars and percolating synths ("Narrow") and breakin' it with ping pong beats caught in silky, electronic ooze, sporting a virtual reality of disco-ball sounds ("Thighwig"). We think we'll keep this one, and her soft, jazz-funkified techno moxie, around forever. And if you're smart, you'll get one just like her, too.|