Layers of ideas and plans simmering and melting into a cohesive argument formulated in the face of inevitable doom. We hope for the future by harvesting the present and cultivating lessons from the past, cynical leanings cast aside and burned to death by unorthodox electric guitar skronking and a simple beat. New definitions of tired old roles emerge through experimentation and regurgitation of half heard ideas while confidence replaces the need to hide out in the bunker of plausible deniability.
Where do we come from? Underground. Where are we going? Anywhere we want. How are we going to get there? Perseverance, randomness, cut and paste and the ability to stake out our own patch of mental space on the frontier of preconception.