Los Padres are a trio that inhabits a most peculiar of place, where the waves are neither squares nor triangles, but a quivering pulse of pleasant repetition, and where the beats brake in twisted shards, clattering with the sweetest of harmonies.
Los Padres are a trio that inhabits a most peculiar of place, where the waves are neither squares nor triangles, but a quivering pulse of pleasant repetition, and where the beats brake in twisted shards, clattering with the sweetest of harmonies.