In the deep summer heat wave of 20, when everything was closed and people were closed and hiding, I hit the road west to join my brother in music in his place, bungalow magic.

We knew we had to play, for our souls, for the soul of humanity, to bring down the machine and tyranny, to invite the angels in, to save our selves from insanity.

Play we did, The guitars detuned until the bees wings would make the strings sing. We began with the drum, and the the things that shake and rattle, the drones of the heat, we sweated and we worked it until the night calmed us. This is not a lock down album, for we were free in our spirits when this was created, free from any desires to conquer and fill our pockets with the booty of success.

This is a heat soaked fever dream of our soul nectar in sonic form .