Beat Majority…broken rhythms, polyrhythms, sequences. Rhythmic ideas evolve into melodic ideas, a tom motive increases the intensity before devolving into cymbal swells, distorted guitars, and bell tones...Moment of You…what is a genuine faith? What is courage? What is pure evil? Scanning the AM radio waves; the text is punctuated by more distorted, noisy guitar work, commenting, weaving, insisting...No One’s Flame…an initial bell statement, an echo, a thought. Set against a backdrop…a drone of concern, swirling, spiraling, coming up to meet the bells. Trapped by Luck…voices provide an opening salvo of distortion…intertwining yet broken rhythms - a log drum sample, mbira, and other vocalizations…Heroes and Strangers…a more complex 2-tom motive enters, mirrored by an obscure PPG sequence…the texture thickens, punctuated by staccato crashes and exclamations. The conversation increases in intensity, until…Rodeo Space Fire…a 3/2 polyrhythm begins in the drums, alternating back and forth, conversing with the bells…subsumed by echo, distortion, and detuned bells, resolving into…Middle for the Man…the radio’s on…giving directions, sowing divisiveness. Are we listening? The plaintive guitar asks that question, dissolving into distortion, noise, anger…Taste of Tomorrow…the drums establish an attitude here, through an insistent, evolving motive…fat flams break it all down… what do we say, who do we believe, who tells you what to think…Alive in the End…a seven-note sequence…a free drum improvisation…blending, morphing, fading…Statue of the Sun…distracting, disrupting, without warning. The tom motive pulses, leaning heavily on 3/2; there’s no undoing these kinds of holes…Ice Agent…a 4-beat pulse provides the foundation…conversing throughout…abundant, exposed drum tracks…Greasy Machine…wailing, screaming guitars cry out…balanced by marimba, providing counterpoint to the improvisation…Respect Void…a conversation between birds, hi-hat, and the bass drum…Fire Painter…playing against the sequence…evolving…multiplying. wishing, conniving. Reply…caves of reverb, floating off, replying to no one and everyone right now…