Surreal landscapes teeming with gyrating bodies entering a hot summer night on the city street caressed by the breeze and the stench that is funk leaping and undulating. Taza takes a new look at instrumental jazz/funk using a fresh perspective and a keen sense of irony. Taking samples and live instruments to create a spicy mixture, Taza shapes a sound from their hands. From the ground up. From the Earth. All manifesting memory fragments of ancient wise grandparents being God and being nothing.