Whipped up by the tour dates for Crew Licks, Dead Rider were feeling hot enough to jam, and just let the tape roll! Enter the intrepid Mr. Paul Williams. An occasional producer of films and art, but also a wild card, a madman and a beautiful mind, he intoned over top of Dead Rider's thick jams, making an hallucinatory exquisite corpse pile-up, dipped in corrosive and absinthe and still steaming from the bath!1. Candles on Crabs 2. Not a Point On a Scale3. A Glistening Sap On Leaves4. On the Listener, Mr Williams, He Farts5. An Inching Thief 6. For All the Daughters of Rope Makers7. Of Men Who Stay In their Rooms