We have become a society that can't self-correct that can't address its obvious problems that can't pull out of its nosedive. And so to our list of disasters let us add this fourth entry: we have entered an age of folly that - for all our Facebooking and the twittling tweedle-dee-tweets of the twitterati - we can't wake up from.
We have no general conceptual thrust for the band other than trying to make music that keeps our interest. When things are novel they are probably things we have discovered by accident or investigation rather than by design.
