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

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

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

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

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.