Crash Coffin [which I’m sure is not his actual name] recorded this self-financed, limited edition album [500 copies with individual artwork for several of the albums, as he was unable to afford proper jackets], comprised of songs and ideas liberally stolen from across the radio dial in the year of 1970. “Mama” is a blatant theft of Dylan’s “On The Road Again,” while “Freedom Cake” would not seem out of place on Arlo Guthrie’s “Alice’s Restaurant,” though lifted from Lovin’ Spoonful outtakes is more likely ... and I haven’t even gotten to his takes on Jerry Lee Lewis and Elvis Presley, proving that if you’ve got the money, and think that you have living room full of talent, then why not think you can self-finance yourself into the big-time.This is one of those records collectors love, it fits no genre, has a limited edition and a shady backstory to make it all that much more enticing. If I’m not mistaken, Crash Coffin is one of a variety of records that one could purchase from the back pages of Rolling Stone Magazine for one dollar plus shipping, that also came with a degree in counseling, hypnosis, and religious studies. I’ve heard people suggest that with a bit of support from a label, this outing could have been popular ... but I think not, there is no consistent flow to the songs, nor is there a central theme or idea, merely a collection of oddball ditties, some good, most not, that fail to hang together even loosely; though to be honest, I’m glad it’s out there, seemingly passed by word of mouth with sly smiles for those with pleasantly demented minds.Hey ... grab yourself a slice of apple pie, load on the whipped cream and have yourself a good time.Review by Jenell Kesler

His real name is Neil Coffin. He is 74 now and still making music in the local Cleveland OH area. I oughtta know--I'm his lead guitarist now