Available late Nov. 2008 in an edition of 400 numbered copies. 1,000,000 B.C.: Raquel Welch is avoiding the hungry maw of a T-Rex. Meanwhile, in the next cave over Jazzfinger has just invented music. The Sun’s Golden Blood is bronze-age recording at its finest. The cloyingly familiar blur of tape machines and the exciting live-action sounds of hunting and gathering set the D-I-Y-table. And then its chord organs and shadowy pianos vs air conditioners and contact mics, which may be one thing for your average, run of the mill, Neanderthal home recorder, but these Homo-Habili have just gone Homo-Sapiens-Sapiens on improv’s ass. Like a primitive Heavenly Music Corporation, Jazzfinger thrum out a honeyed, wordless chamber drone that clocks in somewhere between quieter Camberwell Now, Robert Wyatt and the acoustic bits of Makers Of The Dead Travel Fast. The brokenness of it all just heightens the sweetness of the trance. Welcome to the new, improved stoneage!