Albuquerque's Brett and Rennie Sparks singing songs about haunted Wal-Marts, lovers who chase the fire in streetlights, the madness of very deep holes, a lake that can only be visited in dreams, and the shadows that whisper inside a modern, office building.
Music designed to rip holes in the veil between this world and the next, they say: "It should surely drive most listeners into a severely altered state in which even chicken bones at the bottom of a garbage pail across the street will begin to sing."
What will it do to the discarded bags of Dunkin' Donuts on Cheltenham's festive trash-food concourse? Don't know. Can't wait to discover.