CD-R of new material recorded in late 2011. 25 copies made. Photo on cover is of a painting by Harry Pye. Transferred from tape by Tom James Scott.
Review from Put the Music In Its Coffin blog:
“Here's a solo CDr from a member of the Pheromoans, put out on house label Savoury Days, whom we've talked up plenty around these parts already. It's a fragile sort of stumbling, barely-there folk that would enchant the mind of many a dark ale drinking, baby faced Lout. Hey, I think I just described myself! We'll try not to be biased though, because here at PtMiiC we believe in honesty, such a rare quality in "music journalism," and by and large, the world indeed. Throughout the 14 songs in roughly as many minutes featured on this disc tapes crack, half-baked "poetry" (why not?) gets read and Russell strums at his six string with all the bravado of a less competent Corwood rep. (and I'm not throwing out a Jandek reference just 'cos I'm lazy OK? It actually fits for once). I've listened to this a lot, mainly in my car on the way to the work during a number of rainy mornings we've had in early June here in Philadelphia, and it has elicited many a wrinkled brow on that previously mentioned baby face. Much has been said of music (or more fittingly, anti-music) that never really gets going; music that sounds anxious and unsure of itself. But with this thing it's a goddamn miracle that R.Walker can even get out of bed with his hand-held to source field recordings from the local market. He manages to do so though, and I'd say the world's a better place for it. Imagine Pip Proud talking in his sleep, Alastair Galbraith with a couple fingers missing or the least-musically-inclined components of the Dry Leaf roster. Or the kids who backed Trimble covering Donovan. Or trying to play some British SSW/troubadour tunes after a kick in the nards from a strong toddler. Really, imagine these things. This is kind of what this CD sounds like and I find it quite enjoyable. And it's not because it's "shitty" or "inept" either Putzo; it's got fucking class. A good way to get even your most "open minded" of music-liking friends to leave the room when you're ready for some me time. And over my way we call that a gift that keeps on giving.”
