As we continue running the great relay race in the sky, we gain traction of mind and lose the footing of Self. Mystified monkeys muscling and mastering the mechanics of Man.
Human siblings raised in a small police town on the outskirts of a farming police-county in the eastern side of a police-state, with backgrounds in atom-splicing, blues, maniacal laughter, UFO sound systems, and disrespecting police officers.
Creating electronic beat-songs with the muttering intensity of crazed homeless men. These non-lyrical sing-a-longs have been featured in your DNA* and in Home and Garden Magazine.
Inwardly spinning like fractal circlacles down a one-way street of our collective soul-hole, the music guides us(you) along thorough ways and alleys towards the interstate of sound. Our only promise is to never promise you anything.....
As the cosmos come to the never-ending head, our spiraled mirror-gazing has led to no realization except that "This" is nothing but beautifully sad fucking joke. Our mission will be to remind you of this truth. One day, we can look back on this universe that we've all helped create and we will laugh at our divine stupidity until finally, the monotony of the Youniverse gives way to new possibilities and we bang it all over again....this time even bigger.
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