In The Key Of Sequel

On Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2010, FJIC gathered into Farmer Joe’s Hen Haus studio to write and record this album in their particular free-form, ad-lib, chaotic fashion.

This was a successful endeavor.

After a three or so month gestation in that womb-room, the Hen Haus, pestered and prodded by Joe’s hatchet hands (and the occasional back-up vocal), the resulting fetid farrago has been birthed and, worse, infects now your own ears, drowning out your moans but not your fear – WHAT IS IT THAT YOU HAVE DONE?!?! Now breathe deep…and repeat…and repeat…and repeat….

It’s not that bad, really. You get used to it.

It may put some people off, but you’ll find just how useful that can be, let me tell you. A certain relation of mine HATES FJIC, and it has (thankfully) caused a chasm between us to crack wide and deep,

And it’s right in the midst of a crack, deep and wide, that you’ll find much of the matter in more than one of the songs on In The Key Of Sequel. True, I was thinking along scatological lines, but darkness and trouble, memories and manipulations also haunt the hollower moments of the movements.

The echoes and lonesome organ solos (masturbatory to some, sure, but liturgical dance to others) sound over a battle-scarred landscape of loves lorn and torn. And though it ends in another headcake, there’s no need for aspirin; this my fellow ‘necrophile’, is a happy hangover.