In an unnamed corner of the world, in an unnamed lagoon, a cataclysmic tsunami crashes ashore in the dead of night.
The bloated corpses of the dead lay suspended in the dark surf, along with bottles of beer, a broken balalaika, a fog machine, a machete, some Russian vodka, a plate of half eaten spaghetti, a Theremin, a license to kill, a drowned horse, three shots of bourbon, (which had miraculously managed to stay afloat on a serving tray), a Tiki head, six coconuts, a moon rock (why is this thing floating?) and a reverb tank.
Amid the swirling detritus, three forms congealed and arose, god-like from the abyss. Mere mortals they were not, but rather primordial entities hell bent on subjugating the world with a brain melting instrumental attack.
Thanks for inviting me to the show at Rudyard's. Unfortunately, I checked my email after you had started playing. I can make it there easily because I live a block away.
