A year or so after a traumatic brain injury, sustained when synesthesiac musician and above average weirdo, Wm. Wolfgang Allen was in a car accident, huge volumes of strange "music" started pouring out of him, and demanding to be recorded, to completion! Something he could rarely accomplish before the accident.

After a year or so of trying to recover, finding ways to cope with the loss of the old self and its replacement with a volatile and strange... stranger, Wolfgang began what he refers to as the "Great Un-bottling." Often making more music in a week than the average previous year. Seriously, if sleep was not a necessity, he could churn it out constantly.

Is it nonsense? Perhaps. He's not sure. He has a broken brain, and a lot of people in his life who are too busy to examine his nonstop stream of oddball art from some other dimension, where no one vacations, to inform him of its legitimacy, or not.

Is it pleasant and enjoyable nonsense? The consensus seems to be a resounding Yes!

Well... maybe... once again, problems with sorting through stacks of warped realities.

Anyway, the music seems to stand up well to multiple listens and even draw the attention and appreciation of people who would never expect to like this kind of stuff. It's kind of odd that way. Sort of like the music I do in Egret Zero, my project with the amazing Kel Smith of Suss Müsik.

So anyway... too strange and broken to be New Age, too soothing and calming to be experimental music. Ambient? Perhaps, but I like my ambient music with fewer sharp corners. American Primitive? Prog rock adjacent navel gazing? Ohh... Shoeggaze? Not on this one, but yeah, on the other stuff, there's some of that. And real strangeness, and lots of Frippertronics inspired stuff, and Fahey worship too. And there's a metric F-Ton of it coming.
Just wait til you hear the stuff where I was really losing it during the pandemic.
Other than, Wolfgang music, I'm not sure what this stuff is. It feels more like painting to me than making music. It's more about sound and emotion and color than your standard radio fare. Who knows, maybe you'll like it.

Check it out.

Once again: I have a brain injury.
I am doing this all by myself. No one I know has time to help me. This album may be broken in some ways that I cannot hear. Too quiet? Too Loud? Too much treble, too little? Complete and total, unlistenable nonsense? Help me out and let me know how I can improve things for you. Not sure what I can do about the nonsense part.

I appreciate your patience and I deeply appreciate your listening time.

To paraphrase the great, long lost Lou Gigger: Play it Often, Play it Loud... actually play it at any volume you want (sorry Lou, I'm getting old)

And like I always say: Listen deeply. Listen slowly. Mostly, just listen.

Thanks to all of my friends and family. Special thanks to Kel Smith, Jenn, Naomi and ink merchant, Aurora, who with a few well placed words and some basic kindness, unwittingly helped the final pieces fall into place in my broken brain, that made this project finally happen. Thanks.