Three dancing eyes chasing the night idol, a sound bending at the magical sphinxes of times ready to explode in millions of vivid and dying butterflies. A needles storm enveloping more distant minds’ sleep to fecundate the first handmaid’s ancient womb. A psychic and interrupted rock, a multitude of words weaved together with a string made of stones and
gems. Three eyes left is the dance before the word and the word before the colour, and now waits for the harvest refulgence to gather and offer the livid germ of its roots.
Dance incestuous sons! At the sickle light, find the chosen ones, show them what they will receive in gift.
A mass of mothers and sisters, of eyes consecrated to the black light of the oblivion, an ethereal mastodons and solar flares’ Danse Macabre.
A music box made of tendon and blood from which rolls itself the inception silence, the virgin the offers herself for another smile, the planet that fears a light that isn’t its own.
From the Stones’ Gardens up to the never born dreams, through the Third Stone, to the solitude of mud beyond the discriminating mind’s hell, Three eyes left is sludge and psych, now more than ever.





Luca William Lee(chitarra-basso-voce)
Y (basso-chitarra-piano-voce)
Ted (Batteria - cori)

THE WEAKEST BABOONS are three fine Symopatic* guys who are tryin to write their own special biography.
Fight tubercolosis folks.
*Symopatic is a citizen who believes to be a primate or another kind of monkey

Toxic Basement Studio is following