I don't remember where I got this album, and even the trusty internet yields no evidence that it ever existed. I had to take a picture of my copy to prove that it does indeed exist. That level of rarity would make the digger in me drool all over the place... if only the album was any good. The back cover claims that Chris Anderson is a virtuosic prodigy with more organ chops than you could possibly imagine, but once you put it on it's pretty much just the same stuff you hear at every good ballpark in America, only with crappy programmed drums and a lot cheesier. I'm only reviewing it for completion's sake.
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