With a blast of guitar energy braising upon un-expecting faces, this composition tends to not be for the timid listener. If you don't want to hear it, you'll never believe it

Within guitar tones, then more guitar and even more guitars, a solitary cello rises. Standing tall and proud, she reaches forward requiring, demanding thus grasping all of your attention.

This sweet lullaby, sung close and personally, becomes a hypno-melodic rufie that within it's beautiful tensions, eventually keeps you awake in the end.

A lighter, gentler side of an imposing guitar where two kites can freely dance purposely tangling around and around not wanting to land, not wanting to go back. A sliver of silver sparking with life and the hope found within and all around.

Let's dust off the old grungy lacey lingerie and press play invoking a splendid 19th century type of electric elevator music ascending, stepping into a decadent eerie chug, finding a way

Everybody knows a Johnny. Who’s this Johnny? His story telling of a life, a regular life where the normality perpetually continues bringing forth a delicate side of an aggressive guitar.

Meet Frankenkit, Frankenkit loves playing it's Frankensong. Being rather rambunctious and assertive, the organized chaos has a chance to humbly shine through portraying Canning's Zeppelin influences.

Sitting, contemplating why the gears fit. How they raise this formidable bridge. Pondering and interpreting that with you, why I absolutely want it all. An anthem to the life, the want, the will to be together and live life by and by.

A simple story of one man, in a far bigger world always avoiding his reflection, his reality. So many shattered mirrors always seeming to appear out of the corner of his eye. Too many blinding refracted reflections that hunt and will not just let him

In the end, with some hopecould they still have the time?