So there was this band. A band playing in the 13th Note in Glasgow. That band had a name. That name was Mummy Short Arms. That band causes me to put my pint down. They caused me to put my pint down. Why? They played this song. A song called "Change". They played a song powered by Beefheartian mojo and driven to excellence by something akin to madness. There it was. The ranting magnificence of a song called "Change". And here it is finally released.
On the flipside – as much as you can have a flipside outside the vinyl medium - is "Where's The Mortuary. Again, complex and yet possessed of madness, the song rants about misplaced discontent and all those excuses we all have on speed dial. Is that ghost of Heinz excised through reverb in background? It might well be. Mummy Short Arms is the kind of band that can do that sort of thing.