Welcome to Assembly of Dust —

We rehearse in the air, we welcome good dirt and red rust. We steal from the silence, we borrow from doubt, we kick in the door and invite the truth out. Our drums don’t behave and our guitars combust, we sing about love and we laugh at the dust. We’ve danced with the devil, bought him a round, then wrote him a chorus that would lay a good man down. We’re saints on a good day, sinners by dusk a little bit holy, a we’re playing for bust. If you came for perfection, you’re fresh out of luck. If you came for a spark, buckle in and — buckle up. We’ll rhyme you a reason, we’ll rustle that dust, we’ll make something real from lies and trust. Stay loud. Stay loose. Stay curious with us.