I’ve totally lost track of all semi-official bootleg CD-Rs and whatnots that may or may not comprise the Sunburned Hand Of The Man canon*, but this one is probably more significant than most, being released on what is probably their spiritual home, Ecstatic Peace.  Of course when I say spiritual I mean shamanic.  If ever an album needed a front cover featuring a drum festooned with animal bones, it would be this.

5 tracks on Z, all given a multiple of infinity for names, and I can’t find the infinity key on my keyboard (logic suggests it would be as far away from the zero as possible, but that space appears to be occupied by the infinitely less useful “Esc”).  No matter; attempting to mark divisions between these feral howls would be like chipping scabs off the knee of the devil.  Any suggestion that Sunburned were ever part of the “free folk” movement is tossed into a fire, poked with sticks, and shouted at by some really very hairy men.  Instead they give us a pissed  (in both senses of the word) Magic Band, one of whom appears to be playing a vacuum cleaner, performing a live soundtrack to a badly scratched DVD of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom whilst in a helicopter.

If that hasn’t sold it to you, probably best not listen to this.  God bless Sunburned Hand of The Man and Ecstatic Peace (although I would not dare to specify which god).

*Finding this would have helped.