What is in a name? How can one attest to greatness, when one has never experienced madness? This is a question that Hefe Heetroc, a New Mexico transplant has pondered.
What Hefe is talking about today, is what has been talked about for centuries. When one has to figure out for the longest period of time; what genres classify themselves, and would lend themselves to his style of music. How could these hybrid styles morph together to create a cacophony of wondrous sound and not some malodorous trash on today’s current radio stations? He seems to have won the answer; slick melodic robotic beats over loopy poetic quips that ring all through all times of space energy, in the galaxy expanding.