"Take it from me, orbitin' the Earth over 'n' over ain't all it's cracked up to be. When I was asked to hop on board a Soyuz headed to the International Space Station (Assignment: Critical Observation), I reckoned this'd be the trip of a lifetime. Space, the final frontier. And how 'bout that view? But now I feel like I've been here that long-a lifetime, that is. You know, the food ain't much to speak of, plus I gotta constantly make sure I don't make no crumbs, else they might fuck up our air breathin' filters. Crumbs! The things one learns. Drinkin' ain't no fun neither, 'less you get your jollies sippin' daquiris from a straw out a plastic bag, like some swishy, doe-eyed Deadhead. And don't even get me started on hygiene issues! I believe I could take a life for a proper bubble bath right about now (I miss my ducky, too). Which is all just a lumberin' yet apropos segue to the matter at hand: this debut LP by Watery Love.