ow that that's out of the way, there are only two of us. Balie Todd and Daniel Vose. We make music with computers and instruments and little humanoid talking things that we grew from a kit purchased at some voodoo shop in Memphis. We thought we were buying sea monkeys. In the middle of the night when you're snoring, or you can't sleep because someone else is snoring, or you're out drinking way too late again, there's ectoplasm oozing out of our ears. Sometimes we get lazy and just wipe it on the carpet. It's disgusting.

We make music that glistens, bristles, heaves, screams, whispers and coos like a cleverly ornamented reflection of the blisteringly fascinating, crushing mundanity that is life. Plus there are robot sounds.

We should also mention that it hasn't been scientifically proven that listening to our music won't make you immune to the common cold, and we heard rumors that if you listen, it might put an end to war on earth forever. Of course, it might ignite the war in space, but that's OK. You don't live in space.

What does the music sound like? It sounds just like your favorite band, but even better!

The truth is, we don't really know exactly. Our music sounds like synthesizers and camp fires. Some of it sounds like a charismatic, excited electrical wire hopping along on top of a puddle... in the future. Some of it doesn't.  Listen to it yourself and then you decide. The quote "Talking about music is like dancing about architecture" is attributed to many people. Whoever said it was right.

As for proper bios of the the individuals:

Dan refuses to keep a journal because he doesn't want concrete evidence that he ever thought the ridiculous things that he is thinking at any given point.

Balie often looks up in awe at the vast expanse of the night sky in all it's breathtaking glory and wonders...

"Where did I leave my wallet?"

We will add more to the bio as we learn more about us.