Instead of joining forces to combat the evils of the world today, fight racism, sexism, flip off all the homophobes, and such, we instead, decided to form Bankrupt in Panama. Hoping, of course, that through our music, you will be brought peacefully to the *happy place*, where a bright shiny spotlight will fall upon your head and erase all the messed (edited for content) up stuff (also, edited) you believe in. Comprised of Jayme Halbritter on guitar, Jill (jilleo) Bartyzal on the stand-up bass, Nick *jazz fingers* Haas also on guitar, the Doctor Damian D on sampler and melodica, and B (to the motherf***ing) T! (BT) on drums, spoken in true first person form, we are in the stages of figuring out what the *heck* we are, so that some day, we can tell you. Most simply, we are an improvised rock/jazz/tripped out/bugged out/stoned out/out out/rocked out/blacked out non-conforming group of *motherfornicators*. We create soundscapes that go beyond the jam, bring you to a climax that could rival your best orgasm, make your mother proud, and your children behave; finally, smoothing it out like melted chocolate licked off every inch of your body. And yes, we’ll be there to smoke a cigarette with you after you've had time to decompress, making sure to ash in the appropriate places. We are Bankrupt in Panama, it would be a pleasure to make your acquaintance.