People Are Home

The Underground Railroad to Candyland are akin to the Merry Prankster’s cross-country voyage of 1966; a ramshackle school bus painted in day-glow rainbow tearing across the desert at 80 miles per hour, speakers blasting perversely twisted freeform tape loops of beatnik rock and roll while all manner of suspicious individuals imbibe massive quantities of speed and LSD on a quest to blur the lines between nihilistic self destruction, art, and society at large. Jangly guitar leads and buoyant, care