Now to the consternation of the deaf we arrive in the realm of sound. Timidly no. Here we dare present recordings of remarkable original works, we alight upon new vistas of experience, introduce to the planet innovations previously undreampt by the usual dreamers. It is not immodest to suppose that this pile of audio recordings will constitute nothing less than the greatest creative cache in the history of Terran treasures.

Already it begins. Ratcheting to your left you will note our historic maiden category porting you to works by stubbornly nonemergent artist and defiant individualist Apollo Peckersun, whose arduous gutteral emissions, rendered eight degrees out of time as time is generally accepted, in both style and substance imbue body to our coined term juxtachronic.

One need not understand to enjoy. One need not enjoy to understand.