ok so heres the last installment in the creme jak series. we feel there s not much to add to this concept and over the past few years this kinda musick has found the foothold it lacked when we started this lil enterprise in the heydayz of beige vanilla minimal. in any case it seems fitting to go full circle and draw the curtains with an epic disco anthem that might not be jak perse, but at least coulda woulda shoulda been caned back in the dizzies in all the places that mattered ese! you see, house is a feeling and blablabla.. so here s a final one up your purist backsides as this mystery strap-on crew cuts and tape edits its way through a molten bucket of swiss cheese and ends up with a dead hooker in the trunk in the process. limited 250 copies sticker ish. no repress, no digital, this is the end..