One Night. Four Electric Guitars on equal footings. Drums offer pithy comments or urgent demands. Reeds and accordion hold their own above and below the fray. Never Ending biblio aural bliss. There is art, there is noise. Rhythm and mellowdeee among the spontaneity. The deconstruction of a perfect rock song starts it up, moving to touch on New Orleans and London with Schoenberg lurking in the shadows. Some hopeful cynicism eventually bids you goodnight among the comically bitter, wondering if they are here to amuse, that's it. There are no obvious words to these songs, but words are everywhere in the mix. Crash. A sudden loud noise, a financial meltdown, a computer going down, a much needed rest, an unwelcome guest, fabric for book binding, a low after a high, a cymbal. Crash. Kappa is the party at the end of the story of the adventures in the forest. The Audacity of Diogenes is a timely title with post-post references to spare. One of the guitars remains agreeably tacit as the kneedle comes out for 3+3+1 on the train. Serious Sonic Soul Assault. Uncompromising. Fun. Dig.