Nothing Beats 2 Guitars, Drum And Bass.

Electricity Comes From Other Planets.

Writhe And Sway To Music's Pain Searing With Asides, Caress Death With A Lover's Touch For It Shall Be Your Bride.

Give Me Your Hungry, Your Tired, Your Poor, That's What The Statue Of Bigotry Says. Your Poor Huddled Masses, Let's Just Club Them To Death, And Get It Over With.

I Love Ornette Coleman. I Love Don Cherry. I Love The Way Those Guys Play.

I Don't Think Anybody Is Anybody Else's Moral Compass.