So get this.... Portland wrestler in the late 60's who fancies himself as a singer gets a band together (including a 17 year old Greg Sage later of the Wipers) and lays down a bunch of soulful psych vibes. I kept seeing the LP and I just had to own it. No let down....shit is epic. The dude used to enter the ring on a 3 heeled motorbike to the sound of his own jams. Feeling it.