Now, in the safety of your own home, you to can be subjected to the eerie sound of Drywall. Like the cousin that your family wanted to lock in the basement, but who crashed the Thanksgiving dinner anyways, Drywall's first album is here. Work the Dumb Oracle is the first in a planned trio of apocalyptic documents. Just remember, Los Angeles is simply where the rest of us will be in ten years. Or less.

The first installment in the "trilogy of apocalyptic documents" signals a radical departure in sound, miles away from the vividly tuneful and playful compositions of solo Ridgway and if anything, a return to the nightmarish tones of Wall of Voodoo and beyond. The album rolls around gleefully in the wreckage and detritus of an increasingly insane American society; a place where 18 - wheelers hurtle down interstates strewn with the corpses of dead animals, where exclusive clubs cater for every perversion known to man , where grand theft auto is euphemistically justified as "takin' back America." An intense and fiery listen and a measure of both its excitingly improvised random feel and its disorienting, willfully unpolished and impure nature. The companion film, The Drywall Incident followed this release.