Wake up, garbage people, the rooster is crowing! First off, your morning dose: Psychic Baos. Close your eyes and step into the fry-daddy's dream: You're on a muddy BMX track in eastern Tennessee and there's a band playing what sounds like the Chocolate Watch Band melting in hellfire.

A man named Will Fist is screaming a fully-blown scream, and zoom goes some wily pfink on a soiled banana bike.

That's your daily medicine! The hypnotic rhythms waxed in this stereo resin have a great effect upon the listener.

Don't worry about the false prophets of car commercial garage rock. This isn't that, this is Psychic Baos.