Actually one could call it Pink Floyd meet’s Lawrence Welk trapped in an elevator. Sci-fi-swank-a-delia with a dash of Worcestershire and grenadine. Currently we’re exploring tiki exotica and vulcanism.
Brian, I must say I like this poster’s approach much better than that “The band that occasionally ruptures the surface like a stress-related boil on your neck just below your ear you’ve been rubbing even though you know you should leave it alone” bit you were working on earlier. I mean, the graphic alone…
What style, flavor, type, genre of music do you all do?
Bill, we’re yesterday’s music of tomorrow, today!
Actually one could call it Pink Floyd meet’s Lawrence Welk trapped in an elevator. Sci-fi-swank-a-delia with a dash of Worcestershire and grenadine. Currently we’re exploring tiki exotica and vulcanism.
I like ’em
Brian, I must say I like this poster’s approach much better than that “The band that occasionally ruptures the surface like a stress-related boil on your neck just below your ear you’ve been rubbing even though you know you should leave it alone” bit you were working on earlier. I mean, the graphic alone…
If you’re hip to Lawrence Welk then I’m on your bandwagon. Larry totally understood and believed in what music is all about.
I’m betting you want mount doom to be in the band. He would hug the DJ booth nicely.
You got it???