On Rhine. License plates beginning with ´D´. 5th basement floor: goods elevator, warehouse of a Russian canteen kitchen, access to purgatory with locker room, drama school, Jehovah´s Witnesses. Those are the neighbours. And here, in its combustion chamber, the band stays alive. Afar from light. Silenced. Nevertheless loud and occasionally soft.
Keys are rising and falling tides, tracks leading between stools. Bars are as long as you can think them, chords so grey, blurring the line between heaven and hell.
Sometimes something occurs. Concretely. Ringing. Swinging. Pulsating. Vibrating. Short stop. Disturbing. Touching. Staying for a visit sometimes. Listen up here or on myownmusic.de!