I won't let it go without saying how much it means to have you stop by. Thank you all so much for your plays, comments and faves—nothing makes me happier than knowing you've stopped by for a visit.

There's not much here for the short attention crowd, but if you can kick back and relax a bit to check out the big picture, you might find something of interest.

Launched into an elliptical orbit after a collision with Soft Machine, Albert Ayler, Miles Davis, Henry Cowell, Charles Bukowski, Phillip K. Dick, Jim Thompson and The Butthole Surfers, Biffoz quietly readies himself for the tribal skirmishes of the faux-apocalypse.

A longtime Lunar Asylum contributor and conspirator, Biffoz trusts that the collective will return to squall another day. Two recent recording sessions have refueled the mothership and we have now entered the third gestation of the 21st Lunar century.

Biffoz patiently waits for the tolling of those endless silver bells. While the sights and sounds of the daily world continue to confound and confuse—the radar of devotion rings true and it is only a matter of time . . .