Laughing Grass

"They're a hot buzzing desert of urban visionary mythology. Crying out in the wilderness for a new dawn. They play out to its bitter end.

This pain of the now crashing to an end like a train wreck. Heavy droning bass, white hot guitar, cool cymble hiss, pulsing drums. For a tribe is passing through the fire to be born. These shadow reflections are a catharsis. To plunge the dark at paradise garden's gate." - Tim Crosby, Grail Newspaper