The Astral Pines

Way up north, the Astral Pines were raised in the dirt and the funk. Hearts and Souls unblemished by the moronic values of civil society, the Astral Pines, as wee lads, fashioned instruments from tree bark and sang songs in tongues not heard on Earth for hundreds of thousands of years.

An Astral Pines show is a Circus and a Church. Here’s what you do: Listen, absorb, dance, take a nap, sip ur juice, crack ur knuckles, moan and groan, pick flowers, write love letters, shake/rattle/roll, etc. etc. etc.
No two shows are the same. The faint of heart are welcome, but should be warned. Can a show be a quest? Now I know it can; the Astral Pines proved it to me; they led me down slippery stairs of melody and gave me Bodily Thrills when they showed me my own warped image through their funhouse mirror of Dynamic Sonic Interplay. These boys can read each other's minds! These boys can read each other's minds! Don’t tell the government!

Testimonial by: Teddy Burns