[Ed.]'s Treehouse Of Blessed Forgetfulness© Dept.

Thousands of Foamislanders© - that's Roscoe and Hortense Thousands of Pigwhistle IN - have written in to enquire about our Editor-In-Chief [Ed.]! Seems you've missed his updates from The Treehouse Of Blessed Forgetfulness© and want him to touch base!

Turns out he's doing just swell! "This surely is an improvemink on th' old Dumpster Of Despair™ Farq useta make me live in! Why, I gots everthing a guy could want!"

So what's spinning on th' Treehouse Victrola these days? The new Dylan? The old Neil? Turns out it's a swell pair of discs you'll be proud to add to your collection of the arcane, the obscure, the little-known [we get it already  - Ed.]. First up is the only album by Jericho - probably not the band you're thinking of, but this one, on Bearsville, from '71. "It's a swell collection of the kind of rock you just don't hear any more - not heavy, but hard - a little like early ZZ Top. But not much. It's propulsive, man!"

The other waxing [Ed.]'s listening to these days is a private press - NO! WAIT! COME BACK! - from '73, These Trails, by, er - These Trails. "Today, the young people would call this Wyrd Folk, but back then it was just a record. And a mighty fine one, too! Especially if you're baked outta your head, like what these guys was!"