Ifihadahifi

Imagine a childhood reared in the nether regions of imagination; a place where the extraordinary is all too commonplace. A place deep in the woods of Wisconsin, governed over by Godzilla cronies who pump the city streets full of assaulting wake-up calls from blow horn speakers. Steady streams of Pharaoh Sanders and Flipper rain down from clouds, as elementary school children sing praise to Green Lantern comics and Pere Ubu, while their older brothers and sisters set down their Alien Textbooks to rehearse No New York in preparation for the high school marching band. The place is Neo-Tokyo, Wisconsin, a cultural crossing point that has bred the world's greatest space-sound ambassadors since Sun Ra checked out of Earth for Saturn. Their name, any which way you want it, is IfIHadAHiFi.