Recorded inside a parked rental car during the 2012 High Zero festival in Baltimore, MD, Preggy Peggy brings you kooky growls, gargles, burps, sneezes, Donald Duck impressions, half-poems, unintelligible squeaking, and even a couple of overdubs achieved by using her phone as a poor man's delay pedal. The human body is kind of a disgusting instrument, but it does have one huge advantage in that it goes everywhere you do. Here is a record that tickles with whispers if you listen quietly, but squabbles like a ticked-off witch if you crank it up loud. If you enjoy sound poetry, Joan LaBarbara, or that one record by Margaret DeWys, this oughta do the trick. Peggy is AKA Angela Sawyer, who owns a tiny, insanely specialized record shop in Cambridge, MA.