Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell. A mild introduction to a soon to be not so mild critique on music today and of yesterday.

Music thrives on some consumption of its own mortality, like a jester playing king, but when does this self-proposed degradation of reality become more than just a simple reproduction of everything else.  The industry seems to be able to churn out this seemingly endless supply of superfluous entertainers like it was as simple as molding clay into unsophisticated geometric shapes, and where the industry ends their madness the media perpetuates it, spinning it like a broken record.  However, when music breaks that image, that image the industry so kindly pushes down the mouth of the mass populace, something beautiful is created.  This perfect symbiotic relationship happens between the frustrated lackluster lost soul each one of us have and that significant message that we are not alone creating a way to break free of that, to lose ourselves in a moment, find that one epiphany, that one thing to drive us forward.  Driven by an unexplainable force to create something not for affluence, but for a higher purpose, to shed light in the dark places, to find the forgotten, and bringing them back from the bellows of Hell.