Cracked Latin

Bio-hazard laser suits and velvet green go-go boots. Dancing underneath the strobe light. We warned her but she didn't listen. It's dangerous, even if you want to pretend that it isn't. One doesn't get into a taxi without any wheels. Not around here. So, we lament. An oversized guitar is laid near a pint of tequila. We don't use guns, but we know how to take them apart. The music of Cracked Latin is made on the fly, in between assignments. A personal philosophy comes in handy, perhaps not in real life, though. Blessed are the ones who sleep at night. Us? Barely. Music quiets something down but who knows what and for how long? Our roots have grown shoots and these are them. We sometimes get lost but we get the job done. Always. Give us a call. You won't be sorry.