Hiding in his mountain lair Hellcat Anderson kept the company of only wolverines and malcontents. A changeling by nature; the flaccid music scene of imbeciles and sycophants had left his soul drained of creativity. Hardly an ounce of spirit remained.

But that ounce was all he needed…and Unkl Ziggy’s Lithuanian cinnamon whisky.

This reckoning to protect his domain of forest creatures forced Majik Pixie Juice to spew forth from the bowels of Te Mata Ruru (the giant owl). Hellcat, feeling the draw of mega-stardom, drank from the torrid trough and MPJ consumed his very essence!

“Distortation on, distortation off!” became the cry of the wild beasts who heralded the gushing rush of MPJ upon the unsuspecting human folk.

No one except those sworn to the inner circle were trusted with the vital role of performing in this socio-muzikal experiment and so it began. Big Cam and son Mad Dog were joined with Myiagi san and gave themselves over to the power of MPJ

Never venturing further than the confines of their mountain retreat the MPJ infectees have played to many a weary traveller. Those unfortunate souls and startled critters peering from beneath dew encrusted foliage wished they could have remained lost and alone in their turbulessence!

The many loved ones also caught up in the vile stench of MPJ writhed and moaned in the valley on top of the world and so it bagan that MPJ, the musical ensemble, espoused the virtues of non-violent conflict resolution, animal protection rights and teach the hidden knowledge wrought from the Possum Liberation Front.

This goes out to Werner Herzog and Timmy the Fox.

Thank-you, and, good bite!