Bio: The sound rises under cover of night, caressing the flickering shadows of heavy, smoke-drenched rooms. A dark crimson glow which is the music shall pass as a smoking lamp and a burning furnace between the ears of women and of the men, igniting primal rhythms of the soul into frenzied abandon. Delicate like a rose, mystifying as a field of poppies, majestic as the depths of tumultuous tides of the ocean, it pours forth from the deep — not troubled, melancholy blue waters, nor are these the brooding green waves of envy and greed. This music issues from the deep blazing passionate stormy Sea Of Red.
