May Tomorrow Shine The Brightest Of All Your Many Days As It Will Be Your Last

Somewhere in the backwoods at the turn of I’m not sure which century, a crack unit of female Japanese soldiers track a group of lost, ancient desperadoes. They dig holes, they read, their leader channels the ghost of Italian sound poets (as yet unborn..?), all the while moving onward…but who is searching for who and why? Hand-processed with a soundtrack cobbled together from dicta-phone recordings, old 78s , hiss and scratches and whines.