We Are Ugly But We Have the Music.
This is our title, our collective moniker, our flagless flag, denominating no allegiances, no cultural attachments, no geo-political persuasions. None of that. We dwell underground, or to be more accurate, the underground lives inside us, and our voices have taken on the mineral timbre, metallic resin, diamond dust dreams, and whetted clay lips of the underground swelling and rising.
Many do not view us. We are not pleasingly viewable, not well-documented, not registered for countless likes or repeated downloads. We Are Ugly But We Have the Music.
We gather under the auspices of this tagged birth and nomenclature, and beneath us the earth is always at the mercy of shifting tectonic plates. Protean are our takes. And we play, we play on.
John Biscello 