One grey day the hapless hopefuls were out ploughing the far leftfields. It was
during a cigarette break and a deep discussion on musically challenged semi
evolved simians = (solar pop stars) and how they should be sanitized in order to
prevent bleeding from the umbra into our homes... It was on that night Lost Love
Launch - Incorporeal Plus "Genre X" was born as the living last line
But before pushing the boat out and crossing specific oceans, they had to bring hope back to the love rally, build a vehicle of old to bring the new speakers, Nounmenons and face dancers to stand at the feet of a blazing celebrity filled wicker man. To judge a new beginning and enjoy marshmallows to the almost iconic ranting of campfire Sayers, reveling in the sun gods flames of fertility.
It was on the same night... That hip-hop and art both died in setups... Coincidence maybe? thus, aliases were needed, water tight alibis and plenty of witnesses...BUT... it all blew over in a couple of days to nobody's surprise because...HIP POP ART SUCKS...VIVA LA LOST LOVE LAUNCH!
Our identities are kept a quite secret, working under a single cell structure, nurturing nature, shaping futures without pop cultures...
TRAIN YOUR LISTENING,
WRITE A MANTRA,
LEARN TO LOVE AND LETS MUSIAC OURSELVES BACK TOGETHER!!!