Out of the blue comes something slightly startling- gently groaning- full of shimmering thunder that ripples across the magnetic coils of the tape. The desire of stillness and the impossibility of stillness collide on this tape, full of pitch shifted street-life and ambient guitars, improvised in a darkly lit room on Channing Way in Berkeley, CA. Field recordings of the street are deftly mixed with layers of droning guitar, improvised live by two young post-graduate wanderers living off the detritus of their college town, Boanerges, the Sons of Thunder.