sonoran jazz

A corrosive humor, a very Latin American sort of joke, a love of doom and a sense of incredible beauty in the apocalyptic landscape. Fighting a lost war by not fighting at all, fighting with faith or a burst of savage, directionless defiance at an enemy beyond comprehension, a monolith that rises above the clouds of its own creation and sends out mechanical spiders, invisible agents, invincible tides beyond even its own control to further ends as petty and animal any we can imagine. The sound of warring factions of howler monkeys: humanity.