Poncho Brother A: pink hair, acid dosed skeletal cranium, and a bright white toothy grin that rivals any of the GOP frontrunners.

I was trying to get past FDR drive in the general direction of the S I Ferry last month when it started raining cats & dogs-there ws a guy selling plastic ponchos — I just really remember this cuz, uh forget it long story

No no, please go on, because you are telling a good story that has permanence in your memory, these are the most important events.

Not really psychedelic and not really krautrock… sounds more like a Gomma production leaning towards cosmic disco, methinks.