the perennial flickering of memories from a warm may night at a dingy warehouse in detroit..
a formidable diamond of speakers immerse the space in body-quaking, mind-melting vibrations.
mythical, mystical manipulations of sound and rhythm awaken the spirit.
all variants of smoke and incense swirl bewitchingly in the brilliant fuschia lights.
i thought the echoes in the space were the ghosts in the sound, but I now believe we were the ghosts in the sound..
Favorite track: [ghost in the sound] live 12.