po box 420511
SF, Calif. 94142
Itīs not mere coincidence that they live on a holy mountain. After a droney mumble out of the deepest rock, accoustic guitars, bass, drums and a flute from time to time bring us up to the summit. Thereīs an impression of sacral and pagan holiness. With eyes glowing in the dark. They donīt sing much and if they do, it sounds like incantation while the wolf howles at the moon. The forcefulness is shurely an enrichment for the next mushroom.