Pop quiz hot shot: Why’s this bio open with a Speed reference? Who gives a fuck?! We’re here to talk about Andy Koufax baby pants, so don’t get squeamish now. His full length debut album I’m From A Little Place was literally just born yesterday, and it’s already mouthing off like a full grown goat. It wants a fair shake in this cesspool we call a planet, and it’s not yet old enough to know those don’t exist. Meanwhile Andy’s holed up in a dungeon in the former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia duct-taped naked to a wheel of misfortune. He crafted this album in the sleepy Long Island suburb he was banished to by MK-Ultra double agents posing as blue lives matter lobbyists. He was supposed to keep his mouth shut and lay low, but his hallucination inducing pineal gland cyst had other plans. The visions came to a fever pitch one fateful autumn evening after a La Croix Pamplemousse binge and Andy totally fucking wigged out. The result is ten songs of pure, uncut yam juice, the rawest and sweetest of all musical serums. All his strife, love, pain, joy, and madness exploded out a maze of croons, raps, guitars, samples, synths, drums and magical flout. The prophecy’s on the precipice of fulfillment. Do you really wanna be on the wrong side of history when Kremulon returns?! Didn’t think so. Please support this project to save the soul of our wretched, pathetic dimension.- Jesus Christ

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