Edit series of outsider punk for brave idiots, who don`t value their reputation.
Part IV : Smell of gasoline and beer.

Unknown - My Name Is Mud (Part IV) (Ólta Karawane Edit)

† Maturre † Discos Capablanca † I'm a Cliche's Edit Service † Sameheads

"Ólta Karawane are creating a halo of mystery. An alcoholic duo that once met each other waking up from a delirious state in front of a moscow liquor store. One lost his keys (along with his pants) the other his wallet (along with his jacket). But they still had some booze and when deciding what to do next they were ending up in the studio. Apparently there was a bunch of people digging what they did, so they released a bunch of edits for Maturre, I'm a Cliché and on Discos Capablanca. These guys are true punks, they’re not friends with anyone, nobody likes them, nor do they like anyone, no sympathy, no respect, just moscow street punk." 
Lodown magazine 

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In the distant Subert Humlin, Gory Rallagher, Sank Frinatra, and Dats Fomino Galaxies, Her Majesty's Royal Intergalactic Empire is under siege by the sinister Khazargonians and their elite squads of shock troopers- the Jearl Pamians and Goundsardenians. Her Majesty has commissioned an elite force led by her three of Her Majesty's Space Navy's finest officers with several primary objectives, chief among them was the following directive: to combine the great tones of surf and fifties rock... with disco!
These elite officers are:  Admiral Krank of the SS Belgrade (Guitar, bass, beats, intergalactic espionage and assassination by exploding cigars); and Captain Mirth of the SS Zagreb- (Guitar, piano, synth, beats, and advanced thermal detonation). And our very own clockwork man on the drums, Mo Sheen (https://soundcloud.com/user-424452711).  Unfortunately, despite bravely serving Her Majesty's Space Navy, Vice Commandant Dubois has been court martialed and convicted for conduct not befitting an officer and counterfeiting baseball cards, stripped of his command of the SS Budapest, and dishonorably discharged from Her Majesty's Space Navy, though certain recordings of his guitar, synth, bass, beats, and forward deployable laser blasters remain here memorialized for posterity. Let it be known that though he has sunk to the very depths of ignominy, we wish him well in his new venture, the Spandex Spanktroverse.