Available on orange wax

With space-age psychedelia, a toe dipped into surf rock, some distortion-drenched garage grit, and even some Fab-Four feels; this platter will leave you wondering how in the hell only 6 minutes of it was ever released before this? In musical history the term “lost classic” is as overused as a bicycle horn at a clown convention, but it’s scarcely been more applicable than in the case of The 8th Wonders’ potent but postage stamp-sized catalog. Now, for the first time since 1968, the whole tale can be told as the legacy expands to an entire album.