Bertrum is usually the wielder of riffs, laying a veritable feast of options at our feet. Mikal selects the choicest bits and slaps rhythm on even the most warp-addled of passages. Then I, Gaben, slice and dice until only the most succulent bits remain (sometimes to Mikal and Bertrum’s dismay). Finally Ry swoops in glazes it all with his magical low-end gravy (or sometimes fleet-fingered fuckery) to finish it off. Then we all argue about the mix.
We try to explore all things heavy and shoot them through an absurdist, storytelling lens. Themes can range from fast, fire-breathing motor beasts to taking a psychedelic shit because you ate cereal not meant for mortal consumption.