biographical info
Five months in an isolated cabin can be dangerous. Too much time on
your hands can be hazardous for the mental health, and after the first
month we were all courting madness, behaving quite erratically.
Thankfully, we were equipped with weapons to stave of the slow approach
of insanity. There were cellos, saxophones, guitars, moog synthesizers,
bizarre eastern instruments, turntables, xylophones, mandolins,
dulcimers, violins, keyboards, hand drums, microphones and all sorts of
other musical devices of mayhem; a veritable arsenal of sonic
destruction.
We recorded songs like sick animals possessed by some dark muse from
the far reaches of space. We averaged a song a day, and came out of the
winter with more than one hundred songs recorded, and about three times
as many freestyle jams recorded. There was nothing else to do, no way
to measure the days, except for the relentless flow of songs that
poured out from us. For some weeks we would just do blues songs, other
weeks were possessed by reggae, sometimes we would just spend days
creating atonal noise collages. Creative process was the only thing
that added any meaning to life in the cabin, so we created.
This collection represents some of our best tracks, and were hand
picked to showcase the diversity of styles that we were juggling. Its
only the smallest of drops in the bucket. We all met at tree planting
camp, a creamshow in the rugged heights of the Malakwa Valley in
Southern BC. It was some of the most dangerous land that any of us had
ever seen, but the money was great.
After sensing a chemistry with eachother, we decided to hit an open mic
jam at a local biker bar. The results were fantastic. People from all
walks of life praised us, and that's what led us to form a band.
Unfortunately, the strain of being in a cabin together for so long
strained the experience, and the band disbanded over the next tree
planting season. There may be more in the future though, who knows.