If anyone has the original version that was on purple cassettes and is interested in selling let me know.

FLYING HAIRHaunted Hangout II CSLet’s crack open this tape, stretch it between Black Sabbath and Black Angels, and then let the sun get to work on it so it gets all gooey and bubbly and boils off in shreds. That’s the last chunk of last song “Tiny Little Man,” where synthesizer pushes its wormy fingers between the cracks a la every zombie movie that had an unhappy ending. Isn’t it nice to check out a band that believes in ‘shreds’ not just as a verb, but as a noun and eventually a destination? Flying Hair is immersed in the queasy-uneasy tension between blast-damaged nuthin-fancy stoner rock and that span of the 70s when heavy psych and creepy prog overlapped cuz they were all watching the same horror movies on the same downers, with the genre distinction coming down to whether the guitarist, the organist or the vocalist would flip out first and best. Here, they take turns. Guitar: “The Captain,” in one of the final suites. Organ: the pleasantly barren second half of “LSD Dracula.” And the vocals? Ex-Zig Zag Bobby peaks on the Harlan-Ellison-via-Kim-Fowley climax of “I wonder what the clock-keeper’s keeping … KEEPING … KEEpprojngngng…” in “Tiny Little Man.” Sometimes people release albums, sometimes they release wild things back into nature cuz they’re getting too big to control anymore—this tape is just a little more of the second than the first.—Chris Ziegler for the LA Record