12 bar blues with spoken word poetry. The guitar and drum tracks recorded live in warehouse/carpentry shop.

Psychedelic futurism, a rocker with a robotic twist...

Pay your money, plead your case... try to stay in a state of grace... oh yeah...

Sam came up with the groove, and we just grabbed it and ran... All hail the great AI... all hail the great AI.

Sam came up with the groove, and we just grabbed it and ran... All hail the great AI... all hail the great AI.

In a dramatic finale, the colonists confront the ripple effects of their actions and the ultimate fate of humanity, as they strive to shape a new future for themselves and their planet.

A sweet, hopeful melody; a song about coming out of the winter of the soul. The basic drum and guitars recorded live on floor in warehouse/ carpentry shop.

12 bar blues with spoken word poetry. The guitar and drum tracks recorded live in warehouse/carpentry shop.

Psychedelic futurism, a rocker with a robotic twist...

Pay your money, plead your case... try to stay in a state of grace... oh yeah...