bullets and mullets, were back bigger and better and more bungly fungly. living on the edge, we aim to piss around and provide anyone who wants to listen to our funki musicks with tinnitus and an ear infection. lawsuits settled, cheated, bribed and sometimes unattended we are the remastery of an already cosmically inappropriate and stratosphericlly morally incorrect excuse for audio. back again for the firat time, entering a higher plain of stupidity and microwave singles, we are NOT music. we are just sound.