MEANWHILE, AT A TOP SECRET U.S MILITARY INSTALLATION SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTHERN HEMISPHERE THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE ADJACENT TO THE U.S.A - MEXICO BORDER . . . . A YOUNG MAN, OR WOMAN, IS GOING ABOUT HIS, OR HERS, CLASSIFIED MISSION . . . . HE'S ON A WAVELENGTH FAR FROM HOME . . . . "MEXICAN RADIO" WALL OF VOODOO . . . . I WISH I WAS IN TIJUANA, EATING BARBECUED IGUANA . . . .

A seminal outifit in hybridising post punk and new wave, [fuck, that's a term I hate !!] definitely out of left field and making music from a decidedly different kithcen, words like 'quirky' and 'eclectic' come to mind once more . . . . in an era when dirging dinosaurs like Journey, REO Sleepwagon and Blubberboy were still ambling about the musical landscape, Stan and the boys were a breath of fresh Zyklon B to the vast herds of mullet headed reptilians . . . . their strange and evocative melodies bringing the 'Middle American' psychosis of the time to a collective meltdown . . . . or something along those lines . . . .

This is for the Zen Bastard and Sir Ass of Fatness . . . . can't understand, just what does he say ???