Weaves a dangerous course through the orange cones of cortex caressing sound. Drawing from boom-box emitters as disparate as CHROME, COMUS & that weird-ass Indian techno music you heard eating that Somoza. Lots of floor crawling stage exclamations make the band more slippery than a greased watermelon. With a lineup jamming out unclear instrumentation but perhaps including detritus of Casios, battery needing samplers, 6 string part catalogs & occasional percussion, they manage to craft a deeply & creepily eerie sound that includes sounds from all over the radio dial.
1) Jrone (Three)
2) Jrone (Two)
3) Heart Beat
4) (The Ass)