Stomachache Colors

ice on your eyes and sunlight in your mouth... This flavorful concoction before you started a year after the new millennium with the idea that three individuals with broad musical tastes could throw down music that blasted through the walls of categorization and broadened the minds of those in earshot. We recorded the first jam session in a basement utilizing blast beats and psychedelic jazz, thus the energy of Stomachache Colors was conjured up from the subconsciousness of three blokes from Indiana and it will never go away...This is beyond image or money, fashion or style...This is TRUE freedom and expression of every aspect of life conveyed through instruments to your mind. The underlining principle is an unsolvable formula...following the chaos of the universe but adhering to natural laws, we free form everything we do. This music already existed in the fabric of time, we just discovered it. Concentrating our collective energy on creating sounds that form concepts alien to the normative state of mind, SAC plucks lines on the psychic plane that reverberate through the human consciousness. This music exists to keep that line vibrating in hopes of shaking the foundations of conformity and greed. Stomachache Colors have played numerous shows and have recorded countless hours of music all free form improv style...no songs have ever been written beforehand. Take this and wrap it around your head. Members are in Bisson Rheum, The World Takeover, Dead Popes Society (RIP), Splanchnic Ganglion, GreyOnBeige (RIP), and Mokita ... We have tons of music available just get in touch with us. Cautiously approach the reach of a supergiant and place a nickel in his hand to undergo surgery for your misplaced memory of 1900 three-legged dinosaurs with teeth so sharp they can cut your radio favorites and rewire your grandma with precision that would make a presidential canidate red with pride and envy. Alot can be said for those vikings. That's a large world out there. Look ahead and prosper. Count backward and tell time for old times sake. The devil smiles and washes, working up a furious lather. Bird.DO THE PEOPLE ON EARTH SEEM NORMAL TO THE PEOPLE ON EARTH OR VISE VERSA?To begin the end of humanity...The mechanism of the living is a tool of the dead...Beyond the hopeless and destructive ideals of capitalistic progress is a valley rich in life where the ultimate form of the human condition is waiting to be corrupted... Scan through the perception of the cosmic vagina, serve a warrant on your past selfI edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4