The Make

.. Hey.... Things get pretty serious here in the Los Angeles. People get tired of the same ole "who-huh?". There is mutany in the streets. There are shadows on the sidewalks that push aside when yr footsteps creep closer. Beyond the mountains of the horizons there seems to be a march of new coming dreams. Dreams that catch up to us then soon get ahead. In this city, that we call home, a slew of terrible acts meddle in yr ears followed by the desperate audio commerce. Who needs the excess sounds? Why must the channels push air through our speakers, cos thats all we ever seem to expect.In the dawn of an ashy morning in the Los Angeles rise 4 allies. Robert "The Axe Adder", Kirk "The Boom Operater", Adam "The Fire Watch" and Michael "The Shock Decay"......yes, ((((THE MAKE)))). All of which they become personal and united. To bring you....the gathered, a different kind of tension. Believed to be immortal in their suits of energetic battery. They struggle to give you the Gift that who knows created. Did we ask for this? Did you? Or have you already begun to shiver in yr skin?Dancing in the hallways, Pissing in the alleys, Walking down the avenue screaming yr egos..... ((((THE MAKE)))) has seen yr face. It lingers with the departed underneath shrouds white as ivory. Searching for what it was incubated to become. The Radio wars take battle in the streets of L.A. Hipsters take on the heavy souls of rotten fruit thats tossed in the way of our allies. They...our friends...you.....ride side by side ((((THE MAKE)))) into crisp air nights. Searching for the perfect sound....like all the horrible acts that loitter around us....they lust for her, as sultry as she comes. And I (the witness) am like everyone who wants her........