Take a blindfolded ride into the anonymous with experienced hedonists ZibraZibra. Why did ZibraZibra finally freak after all this time? Well, it’s hard to learn everything about a band by watching them jam in their spaceship with a telescope, but this much is certain: ZibraZibra breaks the fourth wall, smashes rules of courtesy, humps aliens, and lacks musical dignity in their long awaited follow up to “Mr. Synthetic”. Because of the risk of shred guitars, throbbing synths, windswept nylon-string passages, and horny backup vocals, Royalty, Etc. Records recommends ear condoms.