Formation in sets of two, like halftones too decadent for overgrown weeds, "the westside band" riffing through old chainlinkage on the disputed ballona wetlands construction, adding to the already controversial mix of glitter, bio-diesel fuel and jackhammering plastic ivory. formating as we speek and sifting through what's left of the partched south bay to find the balance in sonic knots, improvised decadignorance.
