In the Centipede Farm’s newest edition of “weird shit that’s inexplicably in my music collection” (a.k.a. “The Centipede Tapes”) we have this 8″ flexi disc by somebody who called themselves Temporal Pain. I know absolutely nothing about this band or recording other than what can be gleaned from the disc itself, which would be the song listing and the fact that it came out in 1982. Frankly, I was surprised to find such a [nice](http://092.me)-sounding download of it available online, having been posted back in August ’07 at some blog called Mutant Sounds, where they say of it:
if your vision of acid music is early Chrome and you can imagine taking the most alienating moments contained therein and sucking those bits through a hectic forcefield that causes the music to shimmer and melt like a heat mirage, you’re halfway there.
The 6 tracks of the EP total a bit shy of 8 minutes, and it’s 8 of the more fucked-up minutes you’ll hear anywhere. The closest thing to a coherent song is “Baptist Girls” and even that barely manages to hold together a rhythm. Download it here.