My, how far we’ve come in this pithy, little universe we’ve created. Who would have thought that our interplanetary invasion would happen when we were least expecting it, and with such an extensively fancy percussion unit? Chicago’s protozoic cellular mass of prog/psych outer space noise, E.T. HABIT has been inhabiting our secular sphere for many moons now, and we’re palpitating wildly in anticipation of their maiden vinyl forging on this debut 7” single. A nightmarish explosion of glitter and blood, culminating into their gut-wrenching, earth-moving early ‘70s je ne sais quoi, that can’t clearly be quantified with its Alice Cooper Band/Hawkwind comparisons so much as it’s theatrical ambiance. Edition of 475 copies.
