Rumors speak about guys living outside law and society in the desert.
On the first listening I thought: unlistenable. Like lava creeps the sound of deep tuned and distorted guitars in my ears. The rhythm stretched in ultra slow motion shortly before disintegration. The voice like an priest chant on half velocity remembers on feelings I got while reading H.P.Lovecraft books of the older gods from the underground. But irritated by the sun glare feeling of the desert all over it. It feels like acid creeps in your brain heating it up. An unearthly glow catches you on top of the great feathered snake and Don Juan salutes you from top of the great Pyramid of Yucatan. Totaly spaced out and sun glared.