Stash

Stash is the music you've always heard in your head, the voice of the mad prophet, the preternatural space poetry of the carnal caste. When you hear a song by Stash, comparisons cease to exist, even to matter.

Having performed for nine or ten years, (depending on whom you ask) the actual genre has moved from urban dance to folk to punk to reggae to stadium, roots and industrial rock. Why conform? Why imitate? Stash walks the earth like a forgotten element, the piercing gaze of its cynical naive iconoclasm sweeping the dustbin of culture from its unique view.

Industrial Pop, beats, guitars, Dave Matthews meets Fatboy Slim

Yamaha, Audix, Gibson, Syntrillium, Hiwatt, Korg,

For the new year, and yes, the new millennium, Stash has begun recording in an abandoned church, and a basement techno-bubble, the painted glass icons fusing chromatic sunlight into the sounds and moods contained therein and the dark coolness permeating the groove. From the video and multi-media cd single of the song 'I Don't Know' of last year, to subdued piano and acoustic melodies, the discography of the Stash archive grows in directions no-one could foresee. New from Stash in 2001 will be the multi-media enhanced cd -Nymphomercial-