The car is a form of poetic meter, only suburbanites and soccer moms think of it as transportation. And in Old America the real artists did not work with marble or paint or even cine film, the real artist was a slob with a pint of oil and a set of spark plug wrenches. Words are weapons owned by the liars. The common man is abandoned, and for his pains he is mocked. Scorn pours out and drowns every hope before it can draw breath.
Judgment is the only evil.
So it has been stripped of ordinary value. Ken Hyder - drums, percussion, voice. Since 1979 Hodgkinson and Hyder have been playing together in a project which has taken them to Siberia to study shamanic music and throat-singing as a part of their duo's development. But they needed more, and their interest in shamanic music took them half way round the world to where shamans first appeared. On their first trip to Siberia they played with Russian improvising musicians, and folk performers like throat-singer Anatoly Kokov in the Altai mountains.