To Live and Shave in L.A. have been mapping the void for twenty-eight years. Their cartographic expertise is not to be trusted; all meridians feed back into themselves. 

Tom Smith made six rough tape sketches in 1990, and with Rat Bastard created the first TLASILA EP, "Spatters of a Royal Sperm," in 1993. Exploitation pioneer Doris Wishman directed the video. "We knew what we wanted to be from the outset," Smith explained to Spin in 1995. "High and low. (Marcel) Duchamp and 
(Russ) Meyer. (Marguerite) Duras and (Roberta) Findlay. (Ezra) Pound and (backwoods Pentacostal radio minister Lester) Knox."

Musical influences? "It's never a good idea to plant a flag. We like what we like. Genre is obsolete."

One can draw inferences from Smith's "Roll Call of Dub Exemplars," published in 2003 by Blastitude. Charles Baudelaire and Kenneth Anger rub shoulders with Lee Krassner and Joan La Barbara. And 70 others.

So, noise concrète punk-operatic literary anti-fascist dub? Not really. TLASILA is more a character disorder test for its members. And, both a cultural critique and a roiling analysis of its own efficacy. More than forty humans have joined the group's ranks. A Shave clone plague infected the planet between 2000-2001. Such was their reach. They've released nearly 100 official albums since 1994 and issued perhaps a thousand others, mostly EPs, online.

Rat Bastard is the dark bloody heart of TLASILA, and Tom Smith is its rotten fucking head. On this tour, long-time colleague Mark Morgan will accompany them (at least for a week of shows). Guests and other collectivists will likely drop by to disrupt proceedings.

Maps will be redrawn. Or just burned.