Lost: No longer possessed, retained, or to be found; having gone astray or missed the way; bewildered as to place, or direction.
In: On the inside; within.
Progress: Advancement, growth or development, movement toward a higher goal, especially concerning science or technology.
Here, today, in this time, and on this, our earth, spinning out of control and with no way to find the off switch. Technology, capitalism, politics, war, religion, love and hate, the meaning of life and the nature of the soul, eternal questions distracting us even as we stuggle with basic survival concerns like working, eating and relationships. All these factors conspire to make us confused, clouded, unable to find our path and our way. All of us human beings, desperately searching for answers, for satisfaction, in it for the quick fix or in it for the long haul; still in it and unable to get out.
Lost in Progress.
Cathartic and primal, angry and passionate. Crushing grooves and mournful melodies, barbed hooks and velvet caresses. Unpretentious and raw, unconcerned with speed or technicality, but unafraid to hit hard and often, with unquestionable and relentless power. We're not here to tell you how to think or what to believe. We're not here to tell you who to trust or how your life should be lived. We have come to hold a mirror up to a world that has long been waiting, and never known what it's been waiting for. The whole planet's Lost in Progress.