I'm convinced there's something in the water in Brattleboro, VT. A small-town gem of so-far-left-you-go-cross-eyed pop, the art scene here must not give a fuck about the outside world. It's completely plausible that they might not know it even exists. I view this video as a sort of Voyager-sponsored message about the dangers of displacing too much air into a fragile receptacle. The ultimate tension and release, the most fundamental story arc, edge-of-your-seat type stuff. Wait for it.
Blanche Blanche Blanche plopped this ballad on last year's "Our Place" long-player (on their own OSR-Tapes), and now it sees re-plopping on vinyl by Feeding Tube Records. Be on the lookout for the new LP "Papa's Proof" on La Station Radar soon. They also do song poems for $10, so if you're feeling particularly profound, you can write them about it and they'll immortalize you. Off the charts, anyone?