I'm gonna Jimmy the Greek this one for y'all. Break Of Reality is gonna win a Grammy someday. Bank on it, sluggo. Often a glowing endorsement from me is the kiss of death, and frankly I don't cotton to the mainstream. But this band has something everyone needs: excitement, originality, and an undeniable intensity that louder, heavier bands only dream of. And it has bridged the classical/rock gap while other bands have fallen short, or horsed it into the boat with way too much bombastic pomp.

The quartet's packed farewell show at Roberts Wesleyan College was breathtaking. The first set was subdued, with drummer Ivan Trevino manning a lone djembe. Somehow this cat still manages to pull of double-kick tricks with his palm. If I could move my hands that fast, I'd never leave the house.

The second set started out in pitch blackness with the sounds of an ominous wind blowing through the PA. Cellist Patrick Laird appeared in a lone spotlight in one of the aisles and began to saw within a sea of feedback, reverb, and chaos. It was chilling, it was cool. Cellist Erin Keesecker followed. By the time the entire group was back on stage and Trevino stood behind a full kit, the band was in full gallop. This is the goose contemporary music has been waiting for, and it is leaving our shores for NYC and beyond. I will miss it.