Say It With Your Chest
We’re sort of like storm gods given the small tasks of creating and destroying life, managing fertility, and filing papers for a small midwestern glass elephant making plant. Our shows are as beautifully narrated as Gatsby or a long section of a Dickens novel where you don’t know what on earth is happening. As the illegitimate children of Miles Davis and Norah Jones, our swag level is currently on militant Siberian tiger levels. Side effects of listening include a crippling addiction & a music education that can’t be beat.