PURPLE HELL is the musical equivalent of making bombs in your shed. It is the feeling of balloons at a massacre, confetti on fire in a war zone. Bass, drums, a little organ here and there, madmen screaming incoherently, joy and anxiety swirling together in a hurricane of all the sounds that you didn’t know you needed to hear. Irreverent, yet topically and comically serious, yet seriously comical. This is the sound of now being drowned in a whirlpool of yesterday to the beat of tomorrow. Let the lavender blackness embrace you into submission. A purple hell is upon us and eternal damnation has never sounded so good.