Dark continuation of the story from previous albums "Tears". The passing year did not make it easier to organize the boxes in my head. Stress, pain, insecurity, fear, hound. All these experiences turned me in the wrong direction this year.
I do not know how to look at the future. The question is, are we able to make plans for the future...
In each of us, such emotions have an impact on the psyche. I personally choose to transfer such emotions into the musical sphere. That's why I invite you on a musical journey into my head...

You can listen to the album - https://noi2er.bandcamp.com/album/bey...

beyond reality (vacuum)

me, like a bird sick with pneumøthørax

nøi2er - me, like a bird sick with pneumøthørax

...being eternally intoxicated my imagination and vapors absurd thoughts. It produces chaotic sounds in uncompressed quality. All lepione saliva listed next to the stamp of.
One night I spat out a space for its spiral galaxies and fell to the ground. I live between inhalation and exhalation knitting my second life. In the meantime, I love and miss you incredibly hard, fly, breathe, eat, sleep and do not laugh honestly, dying in the rush of tangled thoughts... As long as I live I have one branched goal - to steal oxygen, maternal thoughts and avocado seed. Music is my second "I" that can function in a sick world.