Pupusse et Patrack

Dès le matin

One stringed banjo and noise. We’re so sick of everything we waste no time. We plug and play. Lyrics written on the backs of newspapers. Recorded in the red. Saturate. Let improvisation pave the way. Cuss. Stroke. Bow. The drummer stabs holes in the skins. Even JL Godard exists here. Tout Va Bien! Spoken word with no leash. Sound with no credentials.

Trace. 2000