Limited edition double vinyl housed in gatefold sleeve. Includes insert. "By the time I left Dunedin I must have seen Sewage play about twenty times. I saw them every chance I could. I saw them take their live sets in lots of directions. Whether it was Ro singing or Gab singing or Ro on reeds or strings or Gab doing his double-kick pedal impresarios with just the one they were always pushing that yan fire music of theirs to new extremes of the symbolic, the surreal and the beautiful. Eleven tracks of enchanted uproar equal to the best of their live shows. On it is captured all the clang, sizzle, screech, thwack, boom-boom, reed-abuse and skin-abuse of Sewage at their deconstructionalist, rawest, energetic best. The engineer hasn't cut any corners not worth cutting. It's all there just like you were sitting in the room where the magic happened." In terms of genre, cojtrary to Point opinion, it's not a comic. And it's not Sconegaze either. 'Loosely akin to jazz', it's some form of Occupational Therapy; Excorcising while Exercising. "... raw and life-affirming, adrenalin fire music, the spirit of Albert Ayler within." - Peter Porteous Sewage by Sewage
