Limited vinyl repressing of this 2013 album. California's Central Valley is a hot, dry place, with a series of small towns pretending to be cities. At the heart of the valley is Sacramento, the perfect place for a Screature to form. Born in 2008, the group spent its first three years in a woodshed. Chilled by winter winds and warped by summer heat, haunted by Rudimentary Peni, The Scientists, and the Music Machine, Screature emerged with psychedelic visions, a dark sense of humor and one hell of a howl. Screature's debut landed on a few 2013 lists. The album eventually creeped to black, but rather than letting it lie dead, S-S Records approached the band about keeping it in print. So, like all good stories, Screature rises from the dead for a second life.