Ohioan is the corporeal embodiment of a spirit-realm journeyer from the deep, dusty deserts of Arizona. Songs that are not unlike the howling moans of power lines in the wind or the sound of one boulder crushing another. Songs like the first act of "Paris, Texas."
Gospel of Mars self-identify as post-jazz meaning that their instruments - who are really the ones making the music - have played all that bebop shit, played the fake books up and down, and are frankly sick of it all. It's the only thing they know, though, so what do they do now?
Ben Seretan is me, a man who is currently playing either a very old electric guitar or a broken keyboard bought for a dollar at a stoop sale, as if defying himself. I dare you to find transcendental beauty in these discarded instruments. Are you brave enough to sing with these as your weapons?