We believe in improvisation as seance. Sundays together on a flash in the pan adventure. We board a music train with backpacks full of golden fish and Bakelit. Humming down the tracks, speaking to our god murderers in a futurist tribal chant. Carried on the whirring wings of lap steels and bass strings.
A voice that's fused with electronic montage and wild shouts of "atom cutter damen, olé!" ... more