Turning Into Small

Emergency Turn Off

Wave Your Moonlight Hat for the Snowfall Train

Eye, Soul and Hand

Setting Sun

‘Suntub’ is the second full length album from ML Buch, a double record of 15 pieces by the Danish composer and producer, entering further into the realm of electric guitars and layered vocals along with exploring new instrumental expressions.

With an offset in open tunings on a 7-string Stratocaster, slide and fretless tablet guitars and deep-sampled virtual guitars, the album draws up narratives and locations in a distant time. Props like puddles, well buckets, bone barrels and flesh rags live in these scenes, suspended in air, drifting about, climbing stairs and ladders, all given life through guitar sensibilities and visceral vocals.

Music composed, produced and performed by ML Buch
Mix by ML Buch
Master by Amir Shoat
Lacquer cut by Hari Kishore / Kommunal Dubplate Service
Press photo by Ani Liv Kampe, Agnete Hannibal Petri and ML Buch
Artwork by ML Buch
Vocals recorded in cars along the Danish coast line
Guitars recorded in various houses and waterfront storage spaces
Reamped through a Peugeot SUV and in Kalundborg swimming pool, sauna, changing room

Dust beam

Chestnut Bakery - September

laura watling -October

Desert of Mirrors

The desert reflects like broken glass. Silence turns into a mirror where the traveler meets his own shadow.

The desert stretches, endless wide,
A mirror of shadows where secrets hide.
Each step echoes, a fragile sound,
In silence of nowhere, truth is found.

The sands reflect, the sky deceives,
The heart remembers what the eye believes.

In the desert of mirrors, we wander alone,
Searching for faces we’ve already known.
Every reflection a story untold,
Every illusion a truth to behold.

The horizon bends, the light divides,
Time dissolves in shifting tides.
Mirages whisper, fragile and near,
The soul awakens when the path is clear.

Through the glass of the burning air,
I see myself waiting there.

In the desert of mirrors, we wander alone,
Searching for faces we’ve already known.
Every reflection a story untold,
Every illusion a truth to behold.

The silence breaks, the shadows fall,
The desert of mirrors reveals it all.


laura watling -October

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