The last thing I saw from the Cold Vomit posse was a Uranium Orchard LP that was actually just a piece of pegboard fashioned into the shape of an LP, so just when I thought there was nothing they could do to pleasantly surprise me, they offer up this LP by The Cosmic Sand Dollars (on sister label “Old Comet”, get it?). I’m assuming this group is some (if not all?) of Uranium Orchard, but they’ve really found something special here in a seemingly unintentional way, like someone accidentally tripping backward over a duffel bag full of cash. The general premise is “surf music”, but The Cosmic Sand Dollars enhance it, fudge it and drag it over various electronic sound effects and beats, content to casually flow with the tide instead of riding the ripcurl. It’s perfectly mellow surf guitar with a dirty twist, and Let’s Go Nuclear Woody! ends up in the sonic neighborhood of Young Marble Giants’ sleepiest instrumentals, a particularly cosmic Dan Melchior outing or Francisco Franco’s lazy-day library music, but ultimately exists solely within its own unique dimension. Very, very weird stuff, in the best way possible of course, and it even comes with a Risograph-printed zine of nuclear surf art that’s probably going to be worth thousands of dollars some day. In my mind, it already is.