It is the dawn of an age of digital wizardry where gadgets seem to surge in song, congealing in an amalgamation of buzzes, beeps and blips. The pulsing of machines and pounding of concrete and steel in symphonic collage power our world. J.Wail rises to the call of the sonic traffic controller, poised behind a palette of electronic devices with his Telecaster in hand. The dance floor becomes the launch pad where he fuses live instrumentation with organic electronica propelling mind, soul and booty into the upper stratosphere of sound.