The night before this program I fell into a hallucinatory slumber only to learn that my sleepy night terrors weren't hallucinatory. I felt an eerie tickle shoot up my leg. With a slap to the thigh I grabbed hold of a crimson cockroach antenna, but the juicy armored bugger slipped through my fingers and quickly scurried out of sight. The rest of the night I woke up panting at a 90 degree angle, bug eyed and defeated. Thus, I have to agree with Michael Ghira, "God Damn the Sun", bring on the "Dead Moon Night"!
Sleep deprived and blurred by the heat, here are another two hours of bleached-out jams from the heavens to the depths of the darkest ocean caves.