In advance of the digital rerelease of Cuppa Joe’s outstanding CD _Nurture_, we’re proud to offer you a *FREE* copy of the band’s 1993 debut, the _Busy Work EP_.

_Busy Work_, initially released on 7″ vinyl format, was a special point in Dromedary’s history. A true beacon of the DIY/indie movement of the mid-90s, _Busy Work_ featured all the things that made DIY music great – outstanding songwriting, home-spun artwork (hand-colored in crayon by the band, in homage to the EP’s title), an initial pressing on cherry-red vinyl, and sequential numbering for the first thousand copies.

The initial pressing sold out within months, and a second pressing just about sold out as well.

With just a few copies remaining in existence, _Busy Work_ has been unavailable since 1993. If you didn’t buy a copy then, you couldn’t get one.

Until now.

To acquire your own digital copy of the EP, *all you need to do is sign up to be on Dromedary’s email list*. It’s simple. Look in the upper-right corner of this page, and you’ll see a box to enter your email address. You’ll then receive a confirmation email where we’ll ask you to give us a little more info about yourself. Before the end of February, we’ll send you a link where you can download the EP for *FREE*.

Before you freak out about being added to our email list: we promise. We won’t give your email address to ANYONE else, and we’ll only use it to send you periodic emails about what we’re up to. It’s tough for an indie label to reach you with news, and having your email address is a great way for us to communicate with you, let you know about new releases, shows in your area, and that sort of thing.

Here’s what _Popwatch_, our favorite ’90s pop zine, had to say about _Busy Work_:

“…I think I’m the only one here who’s noticed how neat these three songs are, combining northeast USA nerdy-boy accents and heavily-British record collections. Cuppa Joe remind me of very early Primal Scream (but with a more normal vocal range) and of recent Wimp Factor 14 (minus the banging-on-buckets angle). ”Bottle Rocket” is a frenetic, earnest, jangly description of suburban guilt, “Surface Area” lopes up and down the well-worn slopes of a failing romance, and if the words aren’t exactly full of new ideas, the inherent rightness of the various tunes more than makes up for it.”