Since 1994 Seattle's Climax Golden Twins have been digging a deep fucking furrow between the kind of furiously exclusive small group models of free improvisation established in the wake of the formal revolution of the late-60s while simultaneously re-drawing the map by demolishing all of its most useless architecture and replacing it with lots of crude handmade shit. Over the space of a shadowy career that would make even Sun City Girls seem like desperate self-publicists they have dropped a ton of the most puzzling brain-massaging artefacts of the post-MX-80 age while never really enjoying much of a hoo-ha from what passes for an always-overweight underground cognoscenti except when someone got them mixed up with James Toth and Tovah Olson's old Golden Calves orchestra. So here's their new record, is what I'm trying to say. And it's long time you turned on. On 5 Cents A Piece the Twins whip through the kind of surf/modal/psych/doof three-way wild style that will remind you of why they're so tight with Alan and Rick Bishop while having you leap up to check the sleeve for lamination after you suddenly catch yourself like, wuzzat?, did I stick on The Blops box or Traffic Sound's Virgin by mistake? Their grasp is pan-temporal while their cultural reach is prodigious, capable of reconciling teenage Summer All Year Long surf licks with the kind of eschatological avant-garage birthed in the Cleveland flatlands by Rocket From The Tombs, Chocolate Monk/LAFMS-style hands-on avant and smoky middle eastern zazz. It looks good too and comes in a limited run of 500 copies on the Sun City Girls' own label on 180g vinyl.