I recently came into possession of a cassette tape entitled VHS Vision, by Cosmic Sound. This neat little limited edition C30 came by way of the ever amazing West Virginia-based Crash Symbols label. I’ll admit, until recently I was not familiar with Stephen Farris. But then, I’m not entirely sure I can even locate Texas on a map. Strange as that may be, it’s not nearly as odd as the feelings and emotions this album is capable of generating. All nine tracks on Cosmic Sound feel like memories of past events. Memories of things I haven’t even experienced. Malkovich, Malkovich? Like hazy mid to late nineties rave parties in abandoned warehouses. Or perhaps it’s the morning after one of these social functions. Whatever’s rolling is slowing down. A storm has passed; but the rumbles of thunder can still be heard way off in the distance, accompanied by intermittent heat lightening. Or is it just this green glow stick flickering out. How did that get here? Whatever. It doesn’t matter. All I know is, these circuit bending Casios will provide gentle accompaniment for the FBI warning at the beginning of the VHS tape I’m about to watch. Be kind. Please rewind.