The Audience dance in the eye of the storm, whirled around by a polymorphic melange of Punk, Garage, and New Wave fragments, tradition moves to unexplored tangents. An unholy alliance, if you will, of radical vision and juvenile delinquency, that, as it builds over these tracks, takes and everything and everyone along for the ride. This gang of five bites the celluloid and drives riffs like jaws in a drizzling spray of sounds. Harmonies like films, like phantasmagoric reflections of a long gone present and a present future – hallucinogenic, timeless, dizzying narratives. This has Iggy’s laughter, Bowie’s sighs, Plant’s grolling, and Barret’s moaning to it – and this is, take our apologies, again great cinema. www.myspace.com/rocktheaudience