PureVolume

Perry Silentside: Guitars, Voice
Nick du Mayne: Bass Guitar
Adam Lynch: Percussion

The slightly morbid caterpillar of brain-rot wanders casually throughout the space-age mindset of the modern bourgeosie. There is nothing to do but watch it spread it's sickly trail, musing on the disturbing knowledge that this one creature will never raise itself to the point where it will willingly transmutate into an elegant butterfly.
Beauty is way too overrated. Beauty has been corrupted. A competition based on beauty has emerged, be it beauty of the personality, beauty of the figure, beauty of nature, and in the struggle of this unnerving marathon, it has corrupted, and purity slips, and we who merely observe are alone in the dark screaming at bleeding faces, and covering our eyes at the sight of broken bones. Meanwhile, the competition takes its competitors to the point where they will laugh if their mother dies.
I am so afraid. I sit here, and watch, and write, but I am so very, very afraid.

This is the movement of Esperanza. This is a little psychadelic musical freakshow brought to you by Nicholas Du Mayne, Adam Lynch, and Perry Silentside. We approach music from the other side of a dark place, and I dig the fact that the trip was short. Me and my homies balance precariously before a tripwire and vultures seek to remove our fingers and feed them to their grandmothers. This is not a place to be abandoned in. This is a place that only the depraved can visit...

...So I stayed there for a bit longer. Picked up a few new tricks, new ideas, and a new lust for music. Messrs Lynch, Perry and Du Mayne are constantly swimming further into the musical nebula, and the psychic God smiles his sunshine smile down on our frail bodies.

...Vixen...

Thank You.

A monologue by Perry Silentside.