Celtic mysticism.

Trippy and discordant.

For when that all night rave itch comes tickling at your soul.

One part simple piano, one part frenetic jam.

Prepare to be moderately annoyed!

Why won't the voices stop?

A wee snippet of sound.

Minimalist.

Fresh wounds are sensitive.

Jazzy funky layers of Cold War Cool!

Another sonic image of The Broken City.

The title track to Aural Sculpture Project. Part ambient music, part spoken word. Enjoy.

Dense vocal layers back a spoken word medley, all set against a laid back beat.

Old school, punk rock, lo-fi, do-it-yourself superlive from the basement. circa 1986

I am The Count!

A fine dose of melancholic posing.

Because even a thematic element deserves its own theme song. And the Machine grinds on.

Now with more cowbell! Yee haw!

The heavy strings sigh and sway, building towards menacing elegance.

They stand up and sit down, infinite myriad impulses contraidicated by evolutionary imperatives.