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Leper In A Tumbledryer

I have no idea how I got this mp3. Well, actually, I do. I used to be in an Audiogalaxy group relating to the braingivings of Chris Morris, and someone on there distributed it. I’m not sure why, however, because it has nothing to do with him. Well, other than that Chris Morris is brilliant, and so is this track. But there are lots of other brilliant things I wouldn't necessarily associate with Chris Morris, so there you go. Anyway, I did a bit of research on the band. Apparently, Ashfordaisyak (now, Meadow House is one guy, Dan Wilson, a 19-year-old from somewhere in England. And I read the only way to get his recordings (outside of random missives from Chris Morris related groups on the now-defunct Audiogalaxy) is to find them taped to trains and public restrooms. So, there you go.

As for the song, it’s… odd. And well, if you know me, well, me saying it’s odd is something. It’s a song about a leper in a tumbledryer, if the title didn’t give it away. And there are soapsuds up to the screen. Even though it’s a dryer, and at least here in America, we don’t put soap in a dryer. And with the political climate we’re in now, I don’t think we cotton to those who do put soap in a dryer. Also, there’s a guitar solo reminiscent of Philip “Snakefinger” Lithman, shortly before the song ends with the clicking of a stop button being pressed. All over a vaguely-funk-reggae synth and a beat reminiscent of a tape dryer. If you want to hear this, either download it from the 365 Days Project (scroll to March 28th), get it on the B-side of the Meadow House single of "The Hermit", or fly to England and bum around there like you just dropped out of college for a year to travel around Europe, looking in trains and public restrooms for mysterious tapes, and trying to be avoid being labeled as a pervert. Or embracing that label, whichever you feel fits you better. Now if you excuse me, I’ve got to grow out my beard, get some thrift shop clothing, start selling my blood, all while looking for my cassette-tape in black.