Elsadrake

"Channeling the arclight of black and blue subterranean stew. Meddlers, peddlers and tatterdemalions with crossroad temptations in steel strung vocations. Nettle-stung cancers with husks unbuttoned to the half-way winds and bone clicking capricorns hatched from heavens egg in some deserted bindweed incinerator. All the fellows bequeathed from paler regions march to the crooked drums of Elsa Drake as she turns north and howls at the winged revelator whose long shadow leaves no face unblemished."