Many years ago, before the iPod and the topless espresso stand, three young men came together in a sonic experiment that would unlock the sacred mysteries of the planet and lay them bare upon the table.
You can call the men of Cracker Factory a lot of things. Call them miscreants, heathen sorcerers, or scoundrels of the merriest variety. Just don't try to compare them to any band in existence.
R.L. Heyer, Shane Smith and Denali Williams mingled their musical ministrations for the first time in a dusty bar in Cheney, Washington, USA. Oh, to have been a fly on a dirty pint glass in that establishment and to have heard the first sweet songs issue forth from the trio.
The band was named Cracker Factory and the music was good. The sound that they made found its outlet in their first album, a rare treasure precariously perched on obscurity called Deep Fried Basket of Love.
Cracker Factory then set to work shaping their experiences into the Mouth Breather album that would enhance the world with its refreshing honesty and sonic complexity.
They discovered in each other that the earth-shattering sound they'd first created had matured into a tone that could also be subtle, mysterious and seductive. With the greatest of ease they could create soothing waves of music then lift their audience like ships in a storm and hurl them in the air.
Their arrangements have a delicate complexity; they are a record of man's progress through time and carry echoes of all great music before and premonitions of all great music yet to come.
And therein lies the beauty of Cracker Factory. Close your eyes and immerse yourself in the bliss, knowing full well that it could end at any moment.