For some people - maybe even you - music is a religion. Like all religions, the point of music is to communicate with the infinite, to find a common tongue with which to express the power and scope of the universe. Iggy Pop calls it the O-Mind - the primal instinct that moves us toward ecstasy, raging against the dullness of everyday life until you reach that perfect moment of understanding, the point of pure white light and pure white heat. The true secret of music is that ecstasy can come from anywhere at any time, that what seems like chaos can suddenly shift into epiphany.
Ace Kinkaid live in that pure ecstatic moment: four reasonably normal men who come together to create moments of blinding, awesome clarity. The songs can shift anywhere from quiet, contemplative grooves to wild discordant noise; sometimes the music ebbs and flows organically from one peak to the next, sometimes it turns on a dime as if it's daring you to pay attention. Ace Kinkaid sometimes don't seem to be making the music so much as allowing it to move through them to wherever it needs to go - but luckily, you get to come along for the ride.
