Crane Kiss Cobra Records, 2008
In everyone's life, there comes a point when we realize that true freedom is a virtue that must be fought for and defended with our lives at all costs. It is through this espousement that a vision came to me, in which a synthetic humanoid (in a not too distant future) came striding down our own Pike street, matching its steps to the pulsing beats of one of this band's tracks, Until We Fall Apart. Emanating from a speaker hidden in the back of its head came a unique syncopation of musical energy, eruditely mastered and fully schooled in the arts of sound.
As I approached, he spoke, using a cyberially resonant electro-brogue. "What it be, bio man, dis da ol' school neuroware..." I thought, "To stay in control of the forces that simultaneously bind and divide us, in a pact of imperfect similitude, we must discover that the key to true victory over the detrimental forces of negation is the constant upkeep and maintenance of a familial-tribe ethos, through the common bond of will. Anything less is a regression to the warrior instinct that serves only to destroy all that stands in the way of our most commonly shared sentiments. Those of amoration, fidelity, and honor. They are what we truly live to serve the universe with, and music such as this fuels all we are capable of."
Take the principle of "one love", as you understand it, while listening to this stuff on your journey through the concrete trees of our ever ubiquitous Seatown and discover what it means to be in the mind of God.
(Abrams Press, NY 2007)
When heaven and hell collide, in a world of imagination and penultimate chance, we get a repository of sigilized event that bleeds with the ochre flow of a world beyond humanity's mortal bounds. In this field are an array of devices that prove to us that this author and artist is in full command of his multimedia primacy. He holds the reins of a story gone visual, playing for the direst of our literary taste buds. Picture if you will, the events in a gentleman's life who has lost his one true love to the overtures of tragedy. In order to reclaim her, he must embark upon a quest of servitude to the lord of the nether realms as penance for their redemption.
Through Terran renderings of stark brutal horror, we are led into a world that could just exist under our very feet, were we to believe in it. The insanity of hell. Between poles of eternal madness comes a stylized concerto of that which we are not meant to see, but must, are we to survive in this existence. Here, in a region of gravely insipid territory, flows past the fourth wall of life's notion, to be crossed on the way to our final truth. Without revelation, it can be said that the characters of infamy and pride, in the core of our most deeply seated darkness, are a step away. Just be sure not to become the one in the driver's seat or you may not return. In fact, I am sure of it.