Without a doubt the feeling of leaping from a building would bring a notion of creativity. As I stood on the edge looking over at the beach and spotting a place to land, I remembered the beat... boom boom boom... 3-2-1. A drunk with a parachute that can turn your neighbor's whistle into an industrial dance loop just landed on some kid's sandcastle. But whatever, take off running and hide in the alley, so you can drink the beer your buddy stowed in his pocket and chit chat with the chicks on the second floor balcony. That's when it hits you... we need music for the backgrounds of our lives, and this is it.
It's not your average couch potato beebop... but whatever floats your boat. With a wide scope of instrumentation and an immeasurable knowledge of music, each track contains loops and levels that are surreal. Taking your mind and body on an extreme breakdown dance trance trip down the good times highway.