Teeth of the Sea - Master

So you're cruising around a post apocalypse landscape in a hovering mustang with your hybrid hyena/dog companion at your side: what are blasting out of your stereo? Jam the fuck out to Teeth of the Sea's Master. Cyborg prog rock that teeter over into epic-ness with squeaky clean electronics knocking against dirgy bass lines and just enough spaciousness. Is that a god damn trumpet in the mix? Hell yeah. Phillip Glass meets Tron then goes Nine Inch Nails. The soundtrack to you next road trip into a destroyed future.