Sitting at the crossroads Robert Johnson strummed and plucked his guitar, waiting for The Man to come seal his chosen fate. With a sudden drop in temperature and a strange chill up his spine Robert's attention was drawn to the chaos brewing in the sky. In a flash not unlike that of lightning a figure appeared on the horizon, a burning shadow surrounding his silhouette. LEGBA...
Beyond this pseudo-voodoo blues mythology lies the basic concept of musicians reaching into the unknown realms of the sub conscious to retrieve ecsatic compositions. The devil legba is such a group, utilizing trance to enhance performance and genuinity.