SPECTRAL CREATURES

Appropriately titled Thrown Down A Well, solo artist, and sunlight-averse, Thirst Receptors really was thrown down a well in his youth. Forced, at first, to survive only on the scurrying creatures at his feet, he declined to participate in the blood-letting his village demanded, befriending the rats and spiders instead. He tapped meticulously on the stone walls for comfort, memorizing complex beats and patterns that would one day serve him immeasurably. Soon after, while on assignment to exhume the bodies of those deemed unfit for solitary confinement, he encountered the remains of a woman clutching a synthesizer. Armed only with his furry and eight-legged companions, he stole into the night, the ancient instrument clutched under his arm, the endless possibilities of beats swirling in his mind.