Sunstealer was born out of one man's desire for no-holds-barred ART to rule pop culture once again on a level not seen since The Renaissance.

Not DROSS; mass-produced-for-those-huddling masses to help a Disney Channel Artist-of-the-Day increase profits at the expense of good taste; inducing chronic narcolepsy and dreams of chemical castration.

However...

Art is back with a vengeance in the twisted, capable hands of Icarus Stall.

Half genius philosopher, half caveman warrior and 100% sociopath, Icarus Stall is anything but "boring".

Describe Sunstealer with various adjectives, none of which include "yawn-inducing", but;

These descriptions tend to gravitate towards the hyperbolic, i.e.

"Gorgeously incomprehensible."

"...smells of back-alley handshakes and the spilt blood of close-quarter stabbings."

"Wtf???!!! Seriously?"

"Songs that broach such quagmires in their subject matter as, oh;

1.) Hardcore
substance abuse;

2.) Cop-assisted suicide;

3.) The Orwellian quality of the relationship between crooked politicians, Big Pharma, hack physicians, failed US drug policy & the assassination of JFK;

Etc."

Sounds too far out?

"His songs describe the daily grind of the more noir career paths, such as serial killer, prostitute, junkie, gay prostitute, contract killer, serial rapist, tweaker, pedophile priest, crooked politician, sex addict and the broke gambler that's looking for just one more sure thing. Heady stuff.

Fasten your seatbelts.

Sunstealer has arrived.