Chapter 1 of our new white label venture CADMUSWHITE. An irregular series of off catalogue, potentially illicit, out of copyright, anonymous missives based on shit we fucking like.
The point being the point of music and fun, no point at all but cheap thrills.
Option one comes in time for Halloween and comes with a suitable accoutrement of ephemera designed to tweak on your subconscious joys.
If you don't like this you're not alive, and if you're not alive this is right up your shrivelled spine.
Ltd run of not many. Never to be reissued,
Valerie and Trish break down in tears as Courtney looks on in shock and the film ends.