Welcome to us, Assembly of Dust — We rehearse in the air with good dirt and red rust. We steal from the silence, we borrow from doubt, we kick in the door and invite the fun out. Our drums don’t behave and our guitars combust, we sing and we play, we ah… assembly the dust. We’ve danced with the devil, bought him a round, then laid him flat out when we laid our groove down. We’re good dudes on a good day, sinners by dusk a little bit holy, a little bit f*cked. If you came for perfection, you’re fresh out of luck. If you came for a spark, buckle in and — buckle up. We say what we want and see what we speak like Lorax we call for the collective we. Stay loud. Stay Proud. Stay loose. Stay curious, stay a while with us. If you need it, you best believe it. In dust we trust - AOD.