#61 Frankenstein Tree

From that fateful day when stinking bits of slime first crawled from the sea and shouted to the cold stars, "I am man," our greatest dread has always been the knowledge of our mortality. But tonight, we shall hurl the gauntlet of science into the frightful face of death itself. Tonight, we shall ascend into the heavens. We shall mock the earthquake. We shall command the thunders, and penetrate into the very womb of impervious nature herself. For what we are about to see next, we must enter quietly into the realm of genius. Alive! It's alive! It's ALIVE!


Frankenstein Tree (Who Shall Separate) (7:52)
Dennie's Kegger (Remix) (7:34)

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Anonymous said...

Oooh finally a new installment! Cheesy chills tumble down my spine, the nervous system coming to a halt, little synapses trigger here and there: repetition. Repetition! Why didn't I stop the Earth CD spinning in the neighbouring room? Voices. Swinging guitars, weedy guitars and even more weedy guitars. But: why so short, it could weed on forever..

We're Late For Class said...

Cool, a listener. Though... it sounds like you're having a seizure. Thanks.

EasilyConfused said...

Hi Guys only just found your site. I've downloaded a few things and I really like them - especially Music of the Spheres. I see there's been nothing new for a few months - hope I haven't arrived at the party after it's finished AGAIN! Perhaps it's 'cos you don't get many comments. That's probably 'cos your demographic is as stoned as you are - I mean, would you bother? Still, respect love & other such nonsense from UK.

We're Late For Class said...

Thanks Sid. But you know how it is in this instant minute, fly-by-night era of here today, gone tomorrow internet music. Some of the old fans think we peaked with #6 'Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun' As Played By Vanilla Fudge Imitating Iron Butterfly When Fudge Were Forced To Open For Butterfly At The Fillmore West After In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida Went Top Ten. Others with #12 John Carpenter's King Heroin or #30 The Jim Morrison Seance Tapes. Pick your poison. Thanks for hangin' in there.