It’s 2015 and Earth is on fire.
The Four Horseman have saddled up for the rodeo and Hell hath frozen over. War. Extreme weather.
Famine. Mass migration. Terrorism. Social media…
Our world is fucked and we know it.
Enter Cometa;
A new musical endeavor from Rio Di Janeiro, Brasil. 
Cometa just may be the antidote to the rising dread that you may be feeling from hyper-modern living.
At the helm of Cometa is the musical oddity known simply as “Kassin.”
While Cometa may be a new name to punters,
Kassin is no stranger to the industry.  He has enjoyed a fruitful and inspired career.
Garnering praise and glowing reviews from even the most snobbish North American online magazines.
Instrumental music is notoriously difficult for North American audiences to warm to.
In the words of a famed rock drummer from Seattle once said,
“black people dance to the rhythm, white people dance to the lyrics.” 
The debut album by Cometa is a prime example of how Kassin’s songwriting effortlessly glides 
between genres and cultures alike.  
Ok, now let’s down to the cock and bollocks of what Cometa brings to the table. 
Cometa’s music inhabits a space in a parallel netherworld. 
Imagine the virtual landscapes of both “The Truman Show” and “The Sims”
with the steely twang of a guitar from a Spaghetti Western film.
The laid-back but energetic attitude of Surf Rock, and the sleaze of late ’60’s Italian pulp cinema.
You could easily listen to this while exploring the Grand Canyon,
cruising the Italian coastline with your 1960’s yellow,
Fiat convertible, or waiting for that perfect wave at Jaws, Maui.
Tonight, as you turn on CNN, do not fret. 
We’re all fucked anyway, you might as well make the most of your puny,
insignificant little life while you still have it.  
Shit, I think I see a mushroom cloud…
Better whip up another Capirinha and give this new Cometa record a spin.
It’s the end, but I’m feeling fine.  You will too.