come into my mind

die Spuren der Verwüstung bleiben blind

ripping out the pages that comfort you

repetition will be different

breath in breath out

useless excuse for a broken wing

waiting

A mesmerizing combination of musique concrète, surrealism, noise and forward pushing blast beasts. A burning violin player that got fascinated with turkish classical music gets mental in sonic research not fearing harsh noise nor melodies, a convulsive percussionist constantly breaking into being along the eclectic use of her fragmented voice.

naked in the zoo