When under the influence of a certain potent strain of Bavarian hops, one has to wonder if a large unwieldy bag of extra crispy potato chips containing enough sodium to de-ice most city streets will neutralize the prevailing electromagnetic force fields. All is possible if you align the dipoles of a chemically balanced equation of this impromptu triad jam imbibing the musical gnomes Michael, Gary, and Jonathan. Gary Whitmore provides the raw and thought provoking vocals on the first track, "Are you Alive?" which paints itself as a transformation and resurrection of one's tortured soul after a hellish journey through the mythic Styx, or the smogopolis better known today as Los Angeles. The Phoenix does indeed rise again. "Picking Up the Branches" harks back to the days when yard work was fun, and in this techno-crazed world of ours, it should be. When was the last time you touched nature? Go ahead, she won't bite, unless you bite her. Pink Floyd often inspires Michael, and "I Work All Day" seems a little homage to these master dudes of dark ballads of rock and beyond. And when the work is done, "All Day I Play" counters the manic work ethic with some acoustic improv rambling. In the very extended jam "She Came Knocking," which is somewhat reminiscent of early Black Sabbath, and other late 60's heavy blues rock instrumentals, Gary sings about a certain beautiful actress that looks even better off-screen. Pray tell, which siren could it be? Only time will tell, and is somewhat related to the guy who led the rats out of Hamelin. That was a long time ago, and a different story entirely. And check out Jonathan Blasco's adrenalin charged nuclear fusion drumming! It's way rad. Since we're on the subject of the 60's, "We Weren't Even High," is a spontaneous Hendrixy style jam that incorporates some early fusion rock. And to do a 180-degree roundabout, "Crickets of August" waxes nostalgia of the last days of summer, and those cool sounds of the insect that is apparently revered in China, but maybe not in your living room. We all know the economy is doing great. Isn't that what they are saying? Whatever floats your cable news nuts. All I can say is that "Tu Tengo No Trabajo" was written with some allegiance to Robin Trower, while percolating about those politically charged headlines that are actually quite humorous when read through the eyes of Doonesbury. Hasta la taco! Senor Maximator.