Troubleman Unlimited Wooden Wands track doesnt chronicle the flood per se as much as it does the messy, boggy aftermath. A moldy, nightmare glut of tuneless gypsy guitar plucks, one-drum pum-pums, and weak, strangulated woodwind wisps accompanies Satya Sai and Rev. Wand as they wade through the monotonous wreckage: The purple oceans rich with the buildings and the blood/This kingdoms due to drown. Does this collectives unusually thick and hearty slog refer to Hurricane Katrina or a disaster on the horizon? The reformed hippies in Wooden Wand are spiritualized enough to know but cool enough not to say it aloud.