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Early in 2012 my sludge-rock band (and cited COUNTER-CULTURE SAVIOURS), No Anchor reconvened to Nowhere Studios (aka Donnie’s house aka our practice room) with a pretty fixed idea: make a record quickly. Deadlines loomed. My life beckoned me overseas. It was act fast or give up. The result: a full album and three split seven inches (including a forth-coming one for esteemed US label Amphetamine Reptile) were produced in about 6 weeks. Not bad for a bunch of amateurs. The jewel in this dung pile is the fourth No Anchor album. An accurate and timely portrayal of our weird and bone-headed rock band made even more so under time pressure. So prepared songs were dutifully tracked. New songs were slapped together. Old songs hauled into line. And some ghostly tracks just appeared. Chances were taken - always, at every turn - and why the fuck not? The damned thing probably isn’t even going to get finished and mixed and released anyhow. That’s what I told myself. Nothing mattered, just get