Every few years this guy Tony Miller aka HZMT aka Max Cloud peeks out of whatever leaden turtle shell he'd been retreating inside--whether it be obscure tape-trade operation scandal, or jail, or heartbreak, or substance bubble--but always when he shows up again it's with some kind of dark and bizarre jalopy of a project that musters more genius on accident thanV.S. Ramachandranthe day he invented false limb syndrome. (OK, maybe that's hyperbolic, but it's really fucking close.) And we just discovered he's been incessantly videotaping himself reading his poetry, and sometimes just the classifieds from the local paper, and posting it all on YouTube for the last few days. Further inspection yields not only new material but also some classics, such as a reading of "One Eyed Jack" (click below for that and more). This isn't spoken word shit, either--this is the sacred ramblings of the one street yeller who's probably actually a shaman and is sending your brain into haunted arrest because somehow he's felt up your entire psychology with his mind.Now let's open the time capsule and revisit the song of this one: And while we're enjoying this little trip down Memory Street, have a listen to "The Informer," which is basically an X-ray of his psyche:
