There are no graveyards in this picture, unless of course you’re caressing the devil. Percussive beats draw you through the alley to the dim corner club. Sounds with hints of bruises engulf your mind. Tales of sensual relations, paraphernalia and the old R&R fill the soul. The mystery of the music creates a confused obsession. And you want more. The lifestyle is enticing – and you cry for more. Experimenting with the dozen flavors – and you shriek for more. Your body grooves and sways with each chord, bringing you back to the classic era. Your mind enters that enchanted state of climbing a cliff. The solos draw you in, away from the bubbles and clashing pots. Enter into this world of the four that waits in the shadows of the sunlight. Experience the rebirth of real music and find yourself a slave to our minds – ours souls – our music.