On dark nights in northern cities, where crowds gather underground, not knowing why the atmosphere is tense and bereft of oxygen, the shamanic singer and his totemic band of intergalactic beat drifters appear and are gone, leaving behind them only a post-orgasmic sense of calm and hazy pleasure. Did that really happen? Did a masked shaman really leap from an afro of bass, forcing even white people to dance to his every word and sway?!
With support from Jas Josland Band