Even as a kid The Captain dreamed & dressed up as a cutthroat pirate; he roamed the seven seas in quest of adventure. The heathen robbed & pillaged Her Majesty's coffers then amscrayed for desert isle; feasted he then with lass & lad on Bar-B-Q & coconut custard, washed down with rum & ale in barrels piled to the sky. The pipsqueak of a small-fry learned he the electric guitar & shaped Buccaneer Rock from the void, where the fixings of pirate histrionics & gut-wrenchin', metal bendin', rock dynamos sweetly blend. Then by miraculous skittleskis: BuckRock 'twas Born! Shiver me Timberskis!

In 1980 The Captain released Urban Buccaneer, an arte-cassette that strode the fulcrum of Sir Henry Morgan & John Lydon, time-married as it is, or Errol Flint collaboratin' wid The Clash in an irksome injun arm-wrestle to the deathski. This punkish performance art punctured the Austin New Wave scene & carved out a pretty niche for his Dueness that left some DUMBfounded; others, in an Oaffish stupor; but most transformed in a moist magical trance, happier than pond frogs swimmin' in whiskey mash.

A twelve-page booklet, with art by Ellen Gibbs, provides icons that aptly accompany chanteyland, & yet tweak the tones with harmonious image, an easy odyssey for the listener, oiling squeaky joints & rusty riffs wih icons along the way.

Picture & Poesy sweetly blend! Sight & Sound abound! Eyecon & earcon mutate blissfully to one! Oh sweet synesthesia!