Any coherent sense of time departs early on is LP ; kicked off with the familiar sound of the Dobes' synth.

Tim Gick's already-warped patchwork editing of the entire Crazy Doberman output thus far turns increasingly glitched out across the splattered quiltwork of a nine track LP on Aguirre, all suspended in spiritual foam; then battered to bits on the greasy flat top of the record's b-side.