Wherein HANK MOHASKI takes the WBST Party Van out to his very secret place, and listens to random tunes on a boombox while sitting next to a roaring campfire. This is a recording of an hour of that night.
Wherein our good friend BIGFOOT spins two very loooooong songs about mountains, one by THE ALLMAN BROTHERS, the other by FRANK ZAPPA & THE MOTHERS OF INVENTION. There might be some commercials, but we don't strictly remember...
Wherein HANK MOHASKI streams three very long songs that are meant to aurally represent a really freaky trip he took to SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA...CAN, TORTOISE and SONIC YOUTH, if you must know...
Wherein ORNETTE YUKAHIRO (of TAPE JAZZ MASSACRE) visits HANK MOHASKI and they tool around with a beta version of the latest HANKATRON, and things go decidedly wrong...The soundtrack to failure...
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