Listen to W.E.I.G.H.T.

Part men, part machinations; the four soul filled androids known as WAR PARTY have somehow sssslithered their way through the time/space continuum. Now back from the 1960s with the tiny heart and pistol grip of Phil Spector scraps of discarded rhymes from the stoned mind of Leonard Cohen, the tired eyes and sunglasses for which to hide them behind of Lou Reed and the unavoidable sex appeal of Gracie Slick...as well as a few nightgowns.