While his peers and compatriots of the equally tender age of 18 were engaging in various worldly pursuits, the ill-fated Gavrilo Princip found himself grappling with the unfortunate diagnosis of tuberculosis. Learning of one’s impending mortality at such a tender age is enough to send any impressionable fellow off the beaten track. Combine this with a confluence of other factors—economic deprivation, an era of what the Germans call Gesinnungspolitik, and the seductive allure of fraternity offered against the bleak backdrop of Austrian imperial rule—and what do you get? Bloody murder, that’s what.

Ah, young Gavrilo, I suppose you never intended to set the whole world ablaze. Alas, the follies of youth! Boys will be boys, and sometimes, they change the course of history.

Clown

Sarajevo

Dissonance

Matan Arkin - Delight
Dust Ep : https://open.spotify.com/album/0ZeVya7NsI9ukQwoxU9KIe?si=wp81qv6HTie6nqEQ5AIqCA

Dust

Delight

Fugent

FUGENT

Vislumbre

Move Like That

Drowning (feat. Jaee)

I be checkin' them

I be checkin'them

We're all part of a vast system that we become part of at conception, including healthcare, school and work. This song is about everyone working together to make that system work better for all of us.

ALL the DAY (Worker's Song)

what we are (prod. by Frank Zozky)

TOOL” is a raw, catchy acoustic heartbreak anthem by 7FromHeavon — a mix of emotion and melody that hits deep

internals luvers

One would have thought time and fate might bring some improvement. There is no improvement to be found here. Alas, we remain as delightfully bewildered by our own incompetent instruments as a clown by his own sad makeup. Pray, turn that frown upside down, Mr. Clown. The gods must punish us, for our tunes tumble like acrobats from the trapeze. Our voices are weak, pitchy, and tuneless. Our guitars are out of time and often out of strings. They are always out of their depth and very often out of some dark, morbid hole you find yourself in at 3 p.m. on a Tuesday after a quiet pint on a Friday transcended into a little more than you bargained for.

You will find little cheer here to hear. No showmen. No beats to bop your brainless bonce to. No uppers, only downers. Only the melancholic drawl of broken dreams. The failed hopes of would-be artists. The damaged and recovering shells of talentless fiends looking for their next creative hit. Slinging mud to the vast and ever-growing musical walls of this infinitely expanding universe and hoping something will stick.

Hoping that one day, dear droog, through fate or happenstance, some unsuspecting devotchka or malchick may stumble across this unmerry mayhem of our musical circus, where the worst show on earth meets the strangest sounds you’ve ever heard.

Sarajevo

Wooznam and the Lickers