The large room has a dark stage. An anxious crowd arrives on a quest. This is a journey to escape from those emulating the angry youth and their frustrated anthems. Their search for something beautiful has brought them here.

Skeptically peering at the stage, each individual is waiting and wondering if the ticket they just purchased is their ticket to freedom.

Four silhouettes appear on stage through the smoky haze. Three sling straps over their shoulder while one adjusts his position behind a cage of wood and steel. Dials are turned, switches are flicked, and tiny lights illuminate as the restless crowd begins to murmur.

The first slow reverberated notes begin to ring, and a fifth shadow finds his way to the lonely microphone stand center stage. When he arrives,
the stage explodes with shining sound as each member attacks the stage with a sonic assault of passionate fury.

As time disappears the band plunges into its arsenal of arrangements to
bring the crowd to its destination. Left in a mixture of sweat and lingering
melody, each audience member must decide if they have found what they were looking for.

Who were the artists responisble for delivering beautiful freedom?
Their names as individuals are not important. Just as long as we know that together their name is Claret.