Atmospheric Proggy funk Goulash, viewing eggs from far away, probability of Marmalade - Slim. All Hail Eris!

Keep your Hair on, you purists. I know I played the Sax solo on a keyboard but I don't know any proper Sax players to contribute. Am I sounding too defensive? It still works doesn't it?

It's not perfect but you get to the point where you might spoil it while adding some polish. That said, It's exactly like getting Rimmed while sporting a Purple Velvet Gimp mask and matching cloak. AND YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY OWLS!

Smear this all over your face. You know you want to, IT'S EAR Food! (I once found a lobster trying to invade my space in that area while awakening on the shore of a Tropical Island post Shipwreck..)

Self indulgent first half, It Decides to be a proper tune for a while. Always wear protective clothing with this tune due to staining.

Sticky, remember Homer guarding the Sugar, warm climate, plenty of yoghurt, let's not be guilty of indulgence. I have no idea what this means, you decide.

A fair nod to electric sounds, I'll say the name of Lord Buckley, Copacetic, and a big shout to Slim Gaillard just because I can. Cement mixer, Patti Patti.

Don't try and slap me around, I know what I'm doing, I'm constructing a tiny Ark for the Insects in my garden. No rain has been forecast for a few days....

Hard to explain this offensive appropriation of a "Jazz" style bass and drum thing and shoving it brutally sideways into some feel-good guitar and horns and someone forming the shape of a Rabbit out of mashed Potato.

Furry car tires, I played a Epiphone then, Ice cream grew on trees, then everyone became fanatical about Hummus, I like Hummus but I lost the argument.

This has a certain groove when it's up and running, and with special middle eastern sauce. Harrissa!

There's that Theramin sound again, Funky secret agent thing, orange boiler suit? Check. Golf cart? Check.

A smug piece of ambient Funk. You could shoot a Gun at it, but you'd miss.

A rubbery piece of Funk Rock ear clothing.

Psychedelic Surf Boogie, a jaunty jog around a Bond villain's lair. I need an Orange overall.

Sliding slowly along on a butter glacier with a loaf of bread.

Here's something Jazzy. Between you and me, I think there's more cake being eaten than is strictly necessary.

Special earth, Once held a large population. where now?

Damn that psychedelic music, I write a perfectly decent Waltz and it becomes a romantic Vampire movie... Now I've forgotten what the problem was.

Atmospheric Jazz biscuit, stroodles of lush, Guitar fruit,