LISTENING SKULLS - Ancient Warning (CASS / ZINE)

In a world where Junker's Tavern stands but Notre Dame does not, come four men. Three-quarters sober and 1/16th Cherokee, with one last roll of the sonic dice. One last shot at being something more than White, Orothodox Christians. You hold now in your soft hands their labor's fruit. Plant its seeds, what it wither. Recorded as Notre Dame burned. Mixed as it smoldered. Mastered in its memory, near a little slide of heaven where the coffee comes in gallons and the gravy... well it comes in mugs.

 

Members of Future Virgins, Riversedge.