“Lock up your leftover dignity and break out the chain-link chastity-thongs, because that squirrely lust-gospel demigod Ian Svenonius (Nation of Ulysses, Make-Up) has extended his career-long tradition of prestigious-label-hopping and released the first-ever party album on Drag City that works. Forget the learning-disabled dance-thud of King Kong or the road-to-nowhere splack of Chestnut Station; f”
