Imagine that Omar Rodriguez-Lopez, Boards of Canada and Frank Zappa had babies, lots of them. Some of these babies were gorgeous and chosen, while others were illegitimate and rotten. They were taken from the sappy rectangles and raised in a forgotten old barn. Some grew into gentlemen, some into crack heads. Some grew into family, some into devices of defiant purpose. They became a ship, right there in the woods, and conjured an ocean into your face hole, politely requesting to populate you with their gorgeous, dechristianized ghost panic.