~*Try to imagine the intensity of Jeff Buckley filtered backwards over the power and brutal honesty of an incandescent Morrissey. Combine this mouth watering and unquestionably vibrant residue with the guitar choir of a 1995 Radiohead tour. Re-strain and serve over a crushed ice backline, slowly melting in a 90’s summer breeze, adding fluidity to the richly original taste. Yet still frozen enough in its emotional attack at your core, to leave you desperate to re-pour and start over. Bottle it and call it 'just'. . Journey into the intimacy and innate power of Justs music and be lost forever.