This time Puleo sent Leaver a dozen freshly pounded drum tracks. Alone in his garage Leaver immediately attacked the tracks with vocals and harmonicas. A raw demented sound emerged with flickers of grace riding waves of absurdity. This glorious frenzy took the form of songs. An album rose up– hell bent on release. Battered and spent the two creators looked at each other and what they had wrought declaring once again….THAT’S FAR ENOUGH.