When everyday life becomes musical, words are playing on the playground of thoughts. Though yesterday was colour, but you may sketch after all. Words that sing to guitar music do not know any better how to behave.
With a hidden couriosity the album is roaming the record collection. It becomes a singer-songwriter piece, which is playful lost in jazz, rebels defiant in rock elements, gets harmonious in blues and finally attempts to get rid of any kind of identity in punk. And wherever it moves towards, it is always dancing with the melancholy that lies behind nothingness. [more] »