i.b.u.r.n. Inc. made its way through the streets and underbelly of Los Angeles starting in the 1980’s. It fed on heaps of Punk, Rock, New Wave, and Gothic-Industrial Psycho-delic dung. Growing from a wide eyed larva, into a deep thinking, hard shelled, black eyed, psycho ride.

Mind and body altering experiences, and dens of sin, turned our sponge minded young worm into a sickened, mechanical, pseudo super hero.

With fists like a gorilla, and the teary eyes of a vampire, it pounds on a keyboard, creating beautifully haunting melodies, horror induced harmonies, and relentless, unforgiving, psychotically massaging rhythms, to beats that could rock a baby to sleep, or crush one’s spine with one fell swoop. Its mouth spews sticky sweet sap, and tearfully rejoicing puzzle pieces.

Its one eye glows red and it jerks spasmodically now and then, as it rocks back and forth in time to its symphonic splattering. It guzzles pleasure, and hurdles through pain, like a drunk, driving erratically, wiper blades torn, through acid rain.