Out of speakers came noise and out of noise came Rick Rude. A four-membered creature whose tattered robe, four-string guitar, and sand-filled shoes are surrounded by a haze of sweet smoke and empty beer cans,  thrashes about with a charismatic enthusiasm matched only by it's lethargic demeanor, speaking fluently in the cryptic languages of dreams, love, and ennui. It inhabits a dark cave on the mountainside of truth, carefully furnished with dismantled electronics, books on meditation, and warped records of Guided By Voices, Built to Spill, and Cheap Trick. A nocturnal creature, Rick Rude feasts on mystical fungi, boredom, mushy guitar riffs,  and the delicacy of the human soul. The New Hampshire-based indie starlets, Rick Rude, are set to release their sophomore album Verb For Dreaming this fall, one thatâ??s packed to the brim with melody and daring songwriting that only they could pull off.01. Dollyhook02. Dough Nation03. Slow Cooker04. Surrounds05. Verb For Dreaming06. Drumpf07. All Lock08. Mason09. Jupiter10. Cordon Bleu11. Firewater