The Banshee King howls at the moonlight from the safety of his cave. Even the Royal Beast has been made a coward tonight...
A vengeful strike of lightning crashes through the frozen river. A flood of electric rapture is unleashed...
The blackened sky turns crimson as the hapless are ravaged. The sacred texts must be true...
...and so the tortured genius must be near...
From this icy hell rides Bertrand DeNovo, and only a reality so forboding could produce such dangerous brilliance.
Born to a Polar Bear Queen and a Gypsy fiddler, Bertrand learned as a child the intricacies of espionage and the Phrygian modality. Today he pays homage to these traditions while reaching bravely into the future.
To hear DeNovo is to know chord structures as impenetrable and timeless as the tundra, melodies borrowed from Tuvan throat growlers, and lyrics to whet the mind of Kuan Yu.
He is an inspiration to man and beast alike. Treasure of Eurasia. Bertrand DeNovo.
