Deep Thuds

repress with slightly altered cover. debut lp from spacin', the newly formed philadelphia act that's bringing together kick-flippers, arm-wrestlers, and hackey-sackers in head-nodding, beer swilling unity. inhales the same fumes that fuel the velvets workout at the gymnasium, the stooges sleazy-fuzz with asheton on guitar, and the groovy zen of nigeria '70. the first pearl bestowed upon us in the form of a side project from philadelphia's finest gnarled-out psych trio birds of maya was guitarist mike polizzes%u2019 purling hiss, and now we have bass player jason killinger with his very killer and very screwy new project, spacin'. originally a basement-only solo thing consisting of killinger playing guitar through a pyramid of amps accompanied by a drum machine, spacin' has started to squeak itself above ground and into the barrooms of the city with a fully functioning lineup. the dude doesn't even need the drum machine anymore; he' got his wife eva pounding the skins.