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It was some where in the third year of exile from Chicago. A lad had been banished for sonic treason and rhythmic homicide. He started anew and had changed his name to Yt. He was traveling about from rural area to rural area biding his time for his eminent return. Out in the Midwestern wilderness among the long black skies and vast open-ended space, a screaming came across the sky followed by flashes of blinding, bright light and harmonic screams slicing through the air. Then there was a deafening silence accompanied by an eerie glow not far off in the distance. Yt tracked the glow by foot and arrived at what was a crash scene. He wasn�t quite sure what to make of the small craft that looked less like an alien spacecraft than a small homemade flying device. It had a Victorian-esque feel to the design and architecture. As he neared the craft, the door swung open allowing light and sound from inside the craft to permeate the night air. A spare bodied individual dressed in slivery pants and a strange head covering stepped out of the craft door. Yt tried to make verbal contact with him, but to no avail. His words were only sounds, notes, and harmonics. He motioned to Yt to enter his ship, and after some reluctance, he entered. In his ship were several gadgets to produce intense, unimaginable sounds. After attaching what looked to be a small helmet to some of the crafts instrumentation, he placed the apparatus on Yt�s head. After which Yt began to understand some of what it was that the stranger was saying. This helmet was some type of translator; however, it wasn�t able to translate 100% of what was being �said�. The stranger had apologized for this misgiving. Yt managed to discern that his name was Ray. He was not from outer space, but from some other time or dimension. (This wasn�t particularly clear.) Yt suggested that they travel to his long time friend and noted musical scientist whose specialty was in the electrikal and other worldly vibrations. The stranger consented to the trip. It was decidedly the time to end exile and return to the �scene of the crime�.

The stranger�s craft was badly damaged and was in no shape for traveling so they took a bike and headed north. Yt and Ray arrived a day later at the home of interstellarly famous scientist, Dr. Huge (a.k.a. elixirpatrolman a.k.a. Big Daddy a.k.a. Kevin Walsh). Although at the time, the doctor could not use his real name due to previous criminal allegations, the very same ones for which YT was convicted. Ray stayed with Dr. Huge for several weeks and Huge began to decipher the patterns to understanding the way the Ray �talked�, and conversely, Ray began to pick up on the English language. Although still vague, Ray claims have come from the not too distant past, and had discovered ways of tapping in to unknown waves and vibrations hidden in the astral plane. Through these waves he could travel through time, dimensions, and space. However, something went drastically wrong on his last trip. He had lost all his ability for normal speech and his previous memories became unclear. He could not remember how to harness the astral plane and could only say that he had lost his way. One afternoon a hidden talent of the stranger's was discovered, he could play guitar like no one we had ever heard. Blistering solos, insane rhythms and comforting melodic sounds. Kevin, being an engineer and guitarist, joined in and began to follow the lead of the stranger. They were producing living, breathing compositions with the likes that had never been heard. (Not to mention banned by the current administration under the rules of the Clean Air Act Part II- Under section 2 of CAAPII they had outlawed all music unapproved by the proper sound commissioners stationed across the country.) After some reluctance YT joined the sessions adding rhythm blasts and semblance to the fracas. They lacked one key element, a low-end presence on bass. A timekeeper if you will. Over time Huge began to record the sessions. We still waited for the low end to come forward. One day during a break in the sonic action Dr. Huge answered the door to find a tall, slender red haired woman out front asking to use the phone. Apparently her car had broken down and she was in need of assistance. As the young lady made her way into Huge�s home, Ray was descending down the stairs and immediately upon seeing her, declared that she was the One. He said as it was written in the Book of Psychedelic Psychosis, �the brazen haired one shall come forward to complete the circle and formation. Then all will be complete.� The young woman perplexed asked what was going on and they tried to explain as much as they could, although even they had no idea what the book of Psychedelic Psychosis really was. At first she didn�t believe, until they asked if she could play bass and she said that she could. She slowly began to become convinced that this was not a chance meeting, but a meeting that could only have been arranged by the fates.

Apparently similar to YT's chance meeting with the vibration-traveling stranger, Ray had happened upon a small craft, which ultimately changed his life. Ray�s stranger brought forth a book and explained to Ray that all the answers he would ever need are in this book. The book had been passed down through time, space, and dimensions. Ray continued to explain how the book is to be passed on another person and that person is responsible to pen a new chapter and so for infinite. This is how the Cult of Psychedelic Psychosis started and only time will tell how it will end. Ray�s tale unfolds more each day with our better understanding of his ways of communication. The album is the story as best as can be told and somewhere between the music and the lyrics lays the truth�