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Doug McClure

Sing of Doug McClure as he's fighting dinosaurs. He's every inch the hero as he dodges past their claws. Searching for Atlantis in a diving bell or crashing into biplane into prehistoric hell.

He's the man that time forgot in a Nazi submarine fighting ancient monsters in the mid-70s. Discovering in a mole machine a long forgotten tribe, he grapples with the Kraken and still comes out alive.

The tyrannosaurs all roar and the giant squid it squirts, and a tribe of angry cavemen grovel in the dirt. He's a pterodactyl twating Atlantean's worst nightmare. Sing of Doug McClure and his fantastic facial hair.

The Diplodocus trumpet and the quicksand sucks his feet, and man eating vegetation wants to have him for its tea. He is a rhamphorhychus strangling the damsel's best friend. Sing of Doug McClure he’s fighting monsters to the end.

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from Interspecies Disco, released May 10, 2010

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Biscuithead and the Biscuit Badgers Leeds, UK

From time immemorial these musicians have stood at the gateway of nonsense begging peanuts. Spending most of their time trapped in force fields and vortices, occasionally they are released to stalk the streets of Leeds. On such occasions you might hear the plaintive cry of Sam’s tuba, the mournful crow of Dean’s ukulele, the excited jazzy croaking of Bob’s piano or the purr of Matty’s drums. ... more

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