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Credits

All music was written by Todd Bradley.

Words were written as follows:

Scott Siders: 3, 4, 6, 7, 12

Todd Bradley: 1, 2, 8, 10, 11

Steve Genoff: 14

Tools Used

This CD was made in the A7 Audio Research Lab using the following pieces of hardware and software:

Korg Karma keyboard
Tassman 2.0 DXi soft synth
EDIROL Virtual Sound Canvas DXi synth
DreamStation DXi soft synth
Cakewalk Pro Audio 9 and SONAR 1.3
Sonic Foundry Sound Forge 5.0 and Acid Pro 2.0
Goldwave
Zero-X Beat Creator
Sound Raider
a bunch of DirectX effects

Track Details

The Grunt Song
When You Need It Most
The Way It Is
Spastic Colon
Some Rhythm Please
Nightmare Lullaby
Minor Explosions
What It Sounds Like To Be Todd
Minjyl
Jesus Heals My Feminine Itching
Team 30+ TFC Team 1 Anthem
Flowers
Dance of the Squids
Click It
Bit Rot

1. The Grunt Song 2:19

Words

Medic! Medic! Excuse me, I'm in need of medical attention! Excuse me, I'm in need of medical attention!

Dr. E may have stolen the flag.

Medic!

Voice

|30+|Dr. Ebola - impassioned cries for help

The Half-Life Announcement Computer - narration

Music

Todd Bradley - music assembly and audio manipulation

2. When You Need It Most 0:44

Words

This is Vice President Al Gore. Over the past few months, I have visited 404 Not Found. Weather doesn't take a holiday. Neither does 404 Not Found. Congress next month will alert 404 Not Found of another one hundred million dollars.

404 Not Found - it's a lifesaver.

People of Uganda - if only they had heard 404 Not Found in time.

404 Not Found - even when you're asleep!

All countries need 404 Not Found.

404 Not Found - it's there when you need it most.

Voice

Vice President Al Gore

Music

Todd Bradley - audio manipulation

3. The Way It Is 8:13

Words

I was at one of these institutions of higher learning

sitting in front of this beautiful fountain

            reading Jerome Rothenberg or David Antin

or something incoherent

& this man started talking to me

Well

he wasn’t really talking to

                        me

it was more like he was talking to

us

the whole collected

bunch of us out there

I don’t think it mattered much to him

just who he was talking to

it was more about the talking

in particular

that interested him

He was one of these guys who find you in public places

            & just start talking to you

                        I mean

right at you

but not about anything in particular

(but isn’t it always about something in particular?

            On this day it was particularly about God)

Now

I know what you’re thinking

                        you’re thinking that this was one of those

Bible-thumping guys

those ain’t got personality, but I got Jesus

kind of guys

but see

that’s the thing

This guy was ALL personality

                                                He was personality personified

I mean

he could have been talking about

profit margins in the blender business

& I would still have been hanging on every word

but he wasn’t talking about blenders

he was talking about God

            & he wasn’t just talking about God

he was talking passionately about God

                                    & in my experience

I’ve found that usually

when people talk about God

            it’s particularly passionate

& this was no exception

Except that this guy had more than passion

                                                going for him

He had a strange sort of irreverent

reverence going for him

& being that I got religion early on in life

                                    I understood him

Well

I suppose I didn’t exactly understand him

not in so much as you can understand a madman

                                    but I understood his passion for words

or at least the passion to want to

really believe in something

because I used to believe in something myself

though I can’t recall just what it was

at the moment

But the point is that I understood him

as well as anyone can understand another man

ranting & raving about Jesus

or Mohammed or Buddha

                                    for that matter

                                                But then again

you never see madmen

ranting & raving in front of a fountain

at an institution of higher learning

                                    about Mohammed or Buddha

I guess they keep their madmen

otherwise occupied

            praying or being devout or something

But I should mention that at no point

during his ranting & raving

did a single person look converted

or even say a word to the guy for that matter

but that’s not the point

You see

it was all about the goddamn passion

& I gotta admit

the guy

moved me

I mean

I was truly moved by this man

I mention it so incredulously

because I’m not usually moved

by men

sexually I mean

Not that this guy moved me sexually

                                                Nothing like that was happening

It was more like the two of us

shared an affinity

& not for his subject

even though I did get religion rather young

it wasn’t that

it was that we shared

an affinity for raw voice

I mean

the sheen

radiating off this guy’s voice

was like sun on snow

bright and burning

                        & this guy knew how to melt a crowd

He was the madman’s equivalent

to Frank Sinatra

But after one look at the crowd of faces

he was ranting & raving at

                        it was obvious

that more than a couple

of casual observers

wanted to shout out

Oh what a bunch of horseshit

                        but they didn’t

& I didn’t

& you know

I think it’s because I got religion

very young

But I guess I’m embarrassed that I don’t have

            any direct quotes to share with you

                        because I bet you’d appreciate that

I guess I could spit out a few

snipits of this and that

God and rhetoric & the like

but that wouldn’t do him justice

you know?

& I’m not in the business

of misquoting madmen

or doing them justice

for that matter

But even if I had written down

his exact words

they would have been just that

words

& words are just words without delivery

                        & like I said

it wasn’t what he said that kept me sitting

in front of that fountain

pretending to read

It was how he said it

so I guess I should have

tape-recorded his red raw voice for you

but I’m not in the business

of carrying around tape-recorders everywhere I go

But maybe that’s the lesson here

maybe we should all be carrying around tape-recorders

                                    wherever we go

just taping everything everyone says

everywhere

because I’ve found that people say the most interesting things

when they aren’t trying to say anything

Like you’ll be having dinner with a friend

                                                & she’ll say

You know

I think men can be led into intimacy

                        but they don’t go there

& you think

yeah

you know what

I think you’re right

I’ve just never heard it put that way

But then try to have a conversation

with one of these people stuck on intellectuality

& you’ll probably hear something like

Communication between a man & a woman

is always a matter of balancing

conflicting needs for involvement

& independence

Now

which one sounds more like horseshit?

                        and I’m not asking you about the what

but about the how

the way it’s said

because the what in both cases is valid

right?

                        they’re saying the same damn thing

But you must admit

that one of them is saying it

in an inherently more

interesting way

than the other

                                    & if I had a point

that would be it

So the guy at the institution of higher learning

            knew about the how

                        & so I stayed & listened

& after about an hour

I just had to get up and walk away

& it wasn’t because he’d offended me

            because I’d gotten religion very young

I guess I finally left out of sadness and self-loathing

I realized that I’d never be the talker he is

& I know I’ll never believe as much

in anything as he does

not to mention that I don’t have the balls to get up

in front of a random group of people & talk about

what I believe in

But what I do believe in

is the integrity of insanity

& it’s obvious he’s come to terms with himself

& in the end

what’s more important

than that?

Maybe you’ve already come to terms

Maybe you’ve already signed the contract

You know

I think decisions get decided too easily

                                                like for instance

you’ll be trying to decide whether to move out of your apartment

& finally you’ll decide to stay because you’d miss

talking to the crazy old neighbor woman upstairs

or because you get great water pressure in the shower

& everybody knows that apartment-living

essentially comes down to water-pressure

So maybe you’ve already

made your decision

                        Maybe you would have got up & left

two minutes into the madman’s monologue

Maybe that’s what separates you

from me

            Maybe you’ve already decided the way it goes for you

I’m not in the business of figuring things out for you

                                    but if I was

                                                I might ask you

whether the way you are

is the way it goes for you

                        whether the way it goes

is the way you are

I can’t talk about the way things go

for me

because the self can’t talk

about the self

in terms of the way it goes

because the self doesn’t go

anywhere

The self can only talk about the way it is

So for me

it’s the way it is

not the way it goes

& in the end it’s really all about

the way it is

isn’t it?

Do we

understand one another?

Do we understand?

Do we?

Voice

Scott Siders

Music

Todd Bradley - synthesizer

Improvised and recorded live in the studio

4. Spastic Colon 4:15

Words

Richard

a very white

well-dressed

corporate man

walks down main street

past meter maids & street sweepers

& opens the door to Flamingo Joe’s

flower shop

It’s Valentine’s Day

Standing there peering at roses

he focuses on the stems

                        the thorns there

pricks his finger

on several of them &

when he fails to draw blood

thinks these won’t do

Then out comes Joe with a fresh batch

tall & erect

            obviously just plucked from the earth

their red lips pressed tightly together

Our man Richard finds

the perfect dozen

every stem drawing blood

                        & as he jerks them from the bucket

he notices a small trembling

a sharp discomfort in his stomach

Having reached its destination

the meatball sandwich he ate at lunch

is fighting it out with

the rum’n’cokes

he washed it down with

He quickly makes his way to the counter

hands over his credit card

& waits

the trembling

now

most certainly

a rumbling

Regardless of this development

our man Richard stands

                        almost patiently at the counter

signs the paper

& walks out with the roses

            he’s purchased for his wife

or his girlfriend

his wife

or girlfriend

            he hasn’t decided exactly

                        but probably they’re for

                                    the wife

Up the street

next stop

jewelry

a more difficult situation

The options are overwhelming like

the gurgling in his stomach is overwhelming

Inside the glass

everything is glitter

The counter is packed with men     shifting for position

Our man Richard

no stranger to the game

maneuvers his way to the front

the jewels laid out on display

like newborn children

A diamond is a girlfriend’s best friend

            & Richard wastes no time pointing out

                        the necklace he wants

A ring would be too difficult

& besides

            his body is ALL SYSTEMS GO

his bowels getting the green light

He’s sweating

pausing a moment to hold back

            disaster

                        his cheeks squeezed together

                                    as if he were making

freshly squeezed shit juice

Wiping sweat from his brow

our man keeps his cool

says Boy, you guys got ‘em

packed in here today, huh?

the man nods

wraps up the necklace

                                    & Richard abruptly hands the credit card over

& out into the early evening he goes

            his sphincter working harder than

                        a one-legged mule in an ass-kicking contest

Our man gingerly situates himself in his Lexus

            drives from the curb

ever so slowly

                                    mingles with the traffic

ever so easily

& then the light changes yellow

The guy in the Chevy slams the brakes

            & Richard stops just inches from the bumper

            He’s shouting

Go

Motherfucker

Go!

& in all the excitement Richard’s sphincter

eases its grip

                        & a minor explosion stings him

to the seat

The next ten minutes are a blur

Richard races home

the war inside him

battling steadily on

the whole way

the radioman wishing everyone

a happy Valentine’s Day

Finally home

our man grabs the flowers

                        stuffs the necklace in his overcoat &

his legs

sprung at the knees like a cowboy’s

he ventures towards the house with roses

outstretched

As he crosses the threshold of the house

however

                        our man’s spastic colon erupts

from its rigid

road-sign sphincter

into the mutability of the off-road

underwear world

The wife greets him at the door with wine

& a smile

At the sight of her

            he lets go the roses

the thorns shredding his hands

His terrified face says it all

She screams and spills the wine

Our man

frozen in February

his mouth is speechless

open

Richard’s already spoken

His face says it all

Voice

Scott Siders

Music

Todd Bradley - music assembly

5. Some Rhythm Please 3:37

Words

Some rhythm, please...

Now?

Now.

Voice

Mike Roadifer - the polite commander

Sam Duray - the questioner

Music

Todd Bradley - music assembly and audio manipulation

No musical instruments were used on this track. Everything you hear is made of manipulated audio waveforms, taken from one 4 second recording of Mike and Sam in the mid-1980's.

6. Nightmare Lullaby 6:35

Words

I want to talk you to death

I want to talk you to death

I want to talk you to death

I want to go to sleep alone and wake up next to you

I want the alarm clock in my brain to stop blaring that Bee Gees song

I want to know what it’s like to fall out of a dream and into a nightmare

I want to know why we say we can live our dreams but not our nightmares

I want to walk boldly into my nightmare and dream my way out of it

I want to wake up one morning and not feel tired

I don’t want to wear my shoes anymore

I can’t sleep with you touching me

Only rainy days are normal it’s not fair

This doesn’t make any sense

I want to talk you to death

I want to talk you to death

How can I grow up get a job get rich & famous with this haircut?

How can I win the lottery with these terrible social skills?

Why do my eyes always match the color of my shirt yet I can never match my shoes with

     anything?

Why is my dad colorblind?

It must be a conspiracy

He sees everything in shades of gray it’s not fair

Think of just a few of the things he’s missing out on

How about the real reflection of an orange moon or a red brick house or those pictures

     from the Hubble telescope

Perhaps colors are only in mindspace

There’s no frame of reference

Fuck it. . .paint me red

I want to talk you to death

How come nobody wants to join the revolution against genetic mutations?

Think how happy you’d make my dad

Nobody cares how hard my dad works and after another long damn day he can’t even

     see the color of my mom’s eyes

Or the colors of traffic lights or nipples or even the way whiskey settles into a glass

I want to talk you to death

I want to be man enough to tear out my eyes and throw them at you

If I was man enough would you be woman enough to be my girlfriend

I didn’t think so I’m crazy and even diagnosed

Would you get naked anyway?

I want to talk you to death

I want to be the first politician to come out against family values

I want to stand up in front of a mass of people and talk about my problems

I want to be the first politician to make no promises

I want to go to the White House and leave my own splattering of semen in the oval

     office

Let’s load the congress with junkies and see what happens

I think it’s about time we all came out of this American closet

We should all relocate to Siberia and start all over

I’ll be the first president to win on the anti-family anti-education anti-hope ballot

I’m not negative I’m just out of practice

I need to work on my people skills I need serious help with my image

If I get elected I’ll do everything I can to improve my own bank account

If I get elected I’ll smile and look great in a three-piece suit

I’m not making any promises I’m practicing my handshake

If I get elected I want respect no more of this talking behind my back

It doesn’t matter I’ll be assassinated for my connections with the Siberian mob

Let’s be perfectly clear on one point I never set out to hurt anyone

Except the immigrant girlfriend I had on the side I mean hell she knew I was married and

     all

They say you can’t love someone until you love yourself

I know I’m not the first to say it but again I’ll say that’s a dump truck load of horseshit

You can’t hate yourself until you love someone

As your president I promise I’ll never hate you

As your president I promise I’ll never love you

As your president I’ll live in luxury and you’ll live in filth you scoundrels

I want to talk you to death

I want to talk you to death

I want to show up drunk to my next appointment with my shrink

I want to hear about my shrink’s problems

I bet all his kids are alcoholics

Hey doctor what the fuck’s wrong with you

Hey doctor give me a handful of pills

Hey doctor watch me gargle them down with whiskey right from the bottle

I want to talk you to death

My shrink never wants to hang out with me when he’s not getting paid it’s not fair

We could get drunk spend all night talking about the psychology of psychology

He pretends to be interested in me and I’m actually very interested in psychology so it

     might actually work out in a way

He could at least invite me over for steaks and corn on the cob to meet the family

His kids and I could get drunk and talk about how he never cared about us never spent

     any quality time

I want to talk you to death

Hey doctor I’m out of meds

Hey doctor figure me out already my pockets are drying up

Hey doctor prescribe me a bucket of every drug legal or otherwise

I’ll tell you what works

I always wanted to be a guinea pig for this sort of thing

Listen you better start prescribing or it’s gonna get ugly

Hey doctor don’t make me do anything stupid

Hey doctor don’t make me crazy I’m begging you

We need each other to survive I don’t like our relationship

You need money I need mind

I want to talk you to death

I want to talk you to death

I need to learn a new language so I can make my talks with myself more interesting

I want to translate poems into language and spell out my illiteracy

Where do I sign hey where can I pay for amnesia?

I want to walk up to a stranger on the street and start singing that damn Bee Gees song

Something happen soon it’s a serious position we’ve squirmed into

Look at us if we’re not sick of each other we’re sick of ourselves

You’re making me sick I’m trying to fully realize how lost lost is

I’m sick of my body telling me what to do I’ll never grow up

My body wants out of itself it’s not fair

I want you to know what it feels like to covet

I want you to know what it means to be coveted

If I ever do anything great it will be to lose my mind

This doesn’t make any sense

I want to talk you to death

I want to talk you to death

I want to talk you to death

Voice

Scott Siders

Music

Todd Bradley - keyboards and audio manipulation

7. Minor Explosions 1:45

Words

Minor explosions

A minor explosion stings him to the seat

Voice

Scott Siders

Music

Todd Bradley - music assembly

8. What It Sounds Like To Be Todd 4:04

Words

My problem began while I was lifting weights at my health club one day several years ago. Until that day, I don't remember ever having anything wrong with my hearing. All of a sudden, as I was exerting myself, my ears got a very full feeling. It felt like ears do when you go up or down in a plane, as if they needed to pop. But it wasn't that. The strange sensation went away a few minutes later, after I finished the set and caught my breath.

Since then, my ears regularly do this to me. It happens several times a day-mostly right after I stand up from lying down or when I'm lifting something heavy, but sometimes it just happens for no reason at all. When my ears do this weird thing, it has an effect on my hearing.

My sensation of most sounds gets just slightly dulled. However, the sound of my own voice suddenly gets very loud and boomy to the point of discomfort. When this happens, I usually stop talking because it's so irritating.

(pause)

Sometimes I can pop my ears and the sound goes back to normal. But other times, my ears stay this way for 10 or 15 minutes, and if I have to talk, I do so very quietly.

My doctor couldn't tell what was wrong with me, so I went to an ear, nose, and throat specialist. He did some tests and put me on some kind of steroids for a week. That didn't help, so he performed surgery on me to put tubes in my ears. Having the anesthetic needle stuck straight into my eardrum was probably the worst pain I've had in my life. After the eardrums were numb, he took a little scalpel like an X-acto knife and pierces small slits in each eardrum. Into the slits, he put tiny plastic tubes. This was to guarantee that the pressure on the inside of the eardrum was always equalized with the pressure on the outside.

Unfortunately, the tubes didn't solve the problem. They fell out naturally several months later, and the ear doctor said he didn't know of anything else he could do for me. He said that maybe the problem would just go away in another year or so.

So I waited another year. The problem didn't go away. Having exhausted the options of traditional medicine, I tried acupuncture. I started seeing a guy who's supposed to be one of the best acupuncturists around. He's written books and has been an instructor in that field. But several visits and several hundred dollars later, his needles and matches weren't having any effect on my ears.

Now it's been about six years since my last treatment and the problem is still there. A while ago, I decided to try to simulate what it sounds like to be me. What you just heard was the result. It's very sad to be a musician and have ears that don't work right.

Sincerely,
Todd Bradley

Voice

Todd Bradley - the depressing narrator

Music

Todd Bradley - music assembly and audio manipulation

9. Minjyl 3:16

Music

Todd Bradley - synthesizer and music assembly

10. Jesus Heals My Feminine Itching 0:52

Words

Jesus heals my feminine itching. Jesus heals my feminine itching.

Voice

Bob the Robot - the manly voice

Todd Bradley - backup vocals and harmony

Music

Todd Bradley - synthesizer

11. Team 30+ TFC Team 1 Anthem 2:39

Words

Your attention please! Team 30+ will capture your flag. All enemy personnel may expect extreme pain. You may die from a grenade. You may die from a gun. You may die from a pipe. You may die from the doctor. You may die from a rocket. You may die on the bridge. You may die on the elevator. You may die in the tunnel. But there is no escape from Team 30+. Please have a nice day.

Voice

The Half-Life Announcement Computer - narration

Music

Todd Bradley - music assembly and audio manipulation

12. Flowers 6:41

Words

It’s spring now & even though

I despise sentimentality

                        lately I’ve been thinking

a lot

about flowers

            I’ve been looking at them

for long periods of time

            & I must admit that I am not

                        impressed

It’s not that I don’t like flowers

How can anyone not like them?

I can say I don’t love flowers

but I can’t say I don’t like them but

            like I said I’m not all that

impressed by them

Suppose I said I don’t

now

nor have I ever

owned

or raised a flower

which is true

I’ve been asking myself

            “What is the difference anyway?

                        Do you own a flower

or do you just raise it?”

            which I don’t pretend to be

                        a small task

I don’t think you can own a flower

because things you own

don’t change naturally

like my stereo or sofa, for instance

but flowers are living things

& you can’t really own living things

because they change all the time

whether you like it or not

& owning something means

you get to control that sort of thing

& you can’t control change

So if you can own a flower

you can own a living thing

& if you can own a living thing

you can own your girlfriend or wife, for instance

but just try to do that for one minute

& you’ll find you no longer have

a girlfriend or a wife

Now

perhaps I’ve offended many of you

by only mentioning girlfriends and wives

so let’s just use the words

“significant other” to cover all of it

A significant other is somebody

you don’t own

but you keep around

because you don’t feel good enough

by yourself

& so you keep somebody close to you

who you believe to be more significant than yourself

or I guess if you aren’t a depressive type

you just think of it as that person

making you feel more significant

But flowers don’t have to worry about this sort of thing

They only have to worry about staying alive

which means you

have to worry about raising them

But if you think about flowers like that

they’re like children

& you’re responsible for raising them

which includes feeding them

& giving them shelter

& even saying kind things to them every day

or if you’re the depressive type

            maybe just from time to time

& anyway if you think about flowers like this

the whole business isn’t so simple

& we like things to be simple

so flowers are difficult like

children are difficult

& if you’re lucky they grow up

and live in your house for longer than you can imagine

& when they leave you

you hope it’s not out of neglect

because neglect is a prosecutable offense

& even though flowers can’t afford

high-priced attorneys

or even talk

you can bet they know about guilt

& sometimes guilt is all it takes

Like one time

I was at my friend Luke’s apartment

& Luke isn’t his real name

but recently I’ve been calling everybody “Luke”

& anyway I was at his apartment

& in the kitchen he has this flower

I don’t know what kind of flower it is

but it’s pink & white & kind of looks

like a rose

except it’s not a rose

because I know what roses look like

because I piss off my significant other

in significant ways

all the time

But anyway

when Luke was out of the room

doing whatever guys named Luke

do in the bathroom

I pulled one of the petals off the flower

& I didn’t know why I did it

and I still don’t

I just stood there in his kitchen

holding the petal

            moving my eyes from

petal to flower

            flower to petal

                        for several minutes

Waiting

            as if one of them was about to say

or do something

in retaliation

but luckily they didn’t

So then Luke came out

of the bathroom

& saw what I had done

& I could tell

he didn’t really know

what to say

            I mean

what do you say to a guy who just

            ripped a petal from the only

                        flower in your apartment?

But finally he asked why I’d done it

& I felt my eyes welling up

                        & I didn’t say anything

for the longest time

            & when I finally spoke

I said “I’m sorry”

“I didn’t know what I was doing”

            “I’ll buy you a new one”

                        Luke looked at the petal

then at the flower

            & then at me

                        He said nothing

as he turned on his stereo

            & sat down on his sofa

            staring at his hands

I turned & opened the door

            hurrying down the steps to my car

                        I turned on my stereo

& drove out of there

as fast as I could

                        & Luke & I haven’t spoken since

Voice

Scott Siders

Music

Todd Bradley - synthesizer

Improvised and recorded live in the studio

13. Dance of the Squids 6:32

Music

Todd Bradley - synthesizer

14. Click It 3:24

Words

Ingrid is the, uh, woman on, uh, NBCi.com that advertises the Quick Click, uh, feature...whatever it is. And, um, I'm really taken with her demeanor and presentation, and uh, she's very cute.

But, uh, in case you've never seen the ad, she's, uh, she's in front of a, uh, a large audience, like some big corporate meeting. And they've got an overhead, um, uh computer screen.

And they're advertising this feature that's like hyper linking every word on the screen. And their thing is, she says, "Any word, click it, get information!"

And, uh, some guy out in the audience goes, "Any word?" like he wasn't paying attention.

And, uh, yeah, any word, click it, get information!

And like you know, so I'm gonna to click on the word "the" and, uh, see, you know, what it tells me, or um. Or like. Now how's it gonna do this? They say, uh, even in your email you can do this. So I'm going to click on words that are, uh, like chat slang and stuff like that. And like how are they gonna find information on that? It's gonna be like...what I'm afraid of is that their Quick Click is gonna be like Microsoft Help where it tells you, you know, not like what you want to know, but how their stupid interface works.

Click it, any word, get information!

Who thought that up? Too many, too many, uh, software guys with, uh, not, uh, not enough, not enough to do, I guess.

Any word, click it, get information!

Any word. Hmm. What about foreign words? See, this is, this is odd. You know, I don't know how this works.

So, uh. So I went to download it the other day. Their little, uh...they've got some...it's not only just their website, but it's like some software package that they use...that you can use that does this.

But they say it's not on like, um, Yahoo doesn't have it or whatever. Yay-hoo.

And uh, so you have to install some software to make this work. And um.

Like any. So it's not like...information overload. Any word!

So I'm in the shower. Any word, click it!

And, click, you know. That's like, uh, that's not... I looked it up in my dictionary the other day and it's not a - pre-computer dictionary - and click is not a verb in my dictionary. You know, It's a sound. Click it!

Goofy. So, uh, anyway, click it!

Voice

Steve Genoff

Music

Todd Bradley - music assembly

15. Bit Rot 10:57

Music

Todd Bradley - synthesizer, music assembly, and audio manipulation

Total Running Time 66:02