A long time ago..
In a galaxy far, far away, two stoner burnouts had a prophetic vision.
A vision bestowed upon them by the goddess Lucille. A vision of grandeur and bitches. Bitches fucking everywhere. Like seriously, FUCKING EVERYWHERE!! But, alas, I digress...
Manas Tra is the brainchild of musicians and lovers Billy Rigdon and Bret Johnson. Remember when God was going to destroy Sodom and Gomorrah to get rid of the sodomites? And those mysterious shadow people played a music so pure that it cleansed the sins of humanity and now we could party without consequences forever? Even God wanted to party with them! The bible tells the opposite of this story, but who's going to listen to a book that says you can't eat shrimp? Anyway, the mysterious shadow people were actually Billy and Bret in morph suits. Pretty cool, huh? They've been around since the beginning of time, but there wasn't really a beginning at all. Or an end. In fact, nothing's actually existing. But you've existed forever. You just don't perceive it as forever because every half a century or so, Billy and Bret take your consciousness and put it into a baby, creating the concepts of birth and death.
Anyways, Manas Tra is multi-genre band with a goal of understanding and becoming music, rather than heartlessly droning out regurgitated pop tunes. Manas Tra has severe Beiber Fever and the doctors say it's terminal. But Manas Tra creates the illusion of death, so how can they die? Tis a paradox! But that's all Manas Tra is. A big fat fucking paradox. And also your lord and savior. So please your lord and savior by jamming out to them! Or they'll cover the streets with the blood of the nonbelievers! Because that's how religion works, kids! So remember, Kevin Spacey is always the bad guy, Fuck-o's!