Miracles throw their bodies into nature’s cycle of collapse and renewal. Dirty bass, overdriven keyboards, sparse vocals and maniac drums try to compete with the crash and clatter of human fortunes and failures.
After ten plus years of periodic collaboration on poetry, art and music projects, Adam Stolorow (vocals, keyboards) and Baxter Holland (bass) arrived in Brooklyn by way of late 90’s Providence and the requisite diet of utopian thinking and freak flag waving. What started in Chicago as an experimental ripple of drums, cheap…
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