Logic Locks is a collaborative escape room game for a group of 3 to 6  people. This is not for the faint of heart or slow of mind – you will be in a locked up in a room with your team and have exactly sixty minutes to puzzle your way out. 

Bring your friends or colleagues to form a team of bastard children of detective-archeologists; gather clues, combine information and trigger hidden mechanisms in a 19th century study chamber full of mystery. This escape room adventure is a great thrill for people that are playful, curious, and dare take on a challenge. Success can only be  attained by working together. You will need all the brainpower to stay cool and profit from each other’s strengths while the clock is ticking! Think out of the box, or stay locked inside…

Challenge your friends or colleagues for this mystery experience.




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funereal bowsprit. does the current
plumb that deep. was Laika felt that
strongly. she lived so short. did shelaika was the first living thing launched into space by humans.  laika was the sole passenger of sputnik 2.  she did not come back.  
continue on. broke from her vessel.
out of the lamp. the cat let out of
the bag.

then free of her metal shell. the
final point realized. needless
inorganic weight.

no thoughts need be kept in her canine
mind of hunger. the deep down code of
breathing could finally be ignored.

she opened her lungs to the void.

the matters of matter & physics &
necessary implosion we'll leave
behind here. beloved science thrown
to the ratrace. much less wayside.

gone by.

                   her jaws hung wide. in awe. disbelief.
                   she'd been flung first by slavic men
                   in a tincan from the kremlin's steps
                   up. up. and she was the first living
                   breathing beast.

                   flung now or freed. slipped easily
                   from a weird exoskeleton(most appear
                   so). stepped. fetched into the vacuum.
                   the open of space. this shell. carapace
                   fell. flung to burn in an uninviting
                   atmosphere.


         and she in her
         freedom. thought
         (and less than that).
         howled.
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the cold calculation of instrumentation
       kept her in cage or capsule. thrust into
       the void in three stages. ninehundredthirtyseven
       miles up. (moscow to berlin)

space capsule. a dose of this world.
from this world. out of the outer
atmosphere. long notes. whole notes.
with nothing to carry them through space.
no means of being heard for that dog's
howl.

                       in the vacuum. absence. of objects.
                       matter. to reflect waves of sound.

but this interstellar beast.
wanderer of the space between.
the nothing that makes up the universe.

a dog breathing nothing exhales nothing.
her voice with no reflection accrues the
interest and qualities of light.

               it is heard as she approaches.


                       she follows closely.
                       speed, linear scale of time
                       unknown.

that wide held mouth's call persists.
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it cant be said she had a
rachetty little ass and a
skirt all the boys liked
to chase. a shade in other ways.
she moved like the faint
distinction of colors in
the sky.


         an orbital albatross throughout
         an expanding fluid temporal
         depiction.

         canis. astral genus
         of an openended landscape. Laika
         a fledgling member. out of the
         nest.

         she caught a scent. struck a warm
         track. the natural thing. she
         followed the trail around imposing
         stellar organizations to its source.
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         whether euthanasia or starvation
      were stated. released. a week.
      seven of the hundredeightytwo days.
      each orbit. a hundredtwo minutes.
      the second agent of man. machined.
      handbuilt. ferried out of the atmosphere
      in stages to circle the earth.
      cyclical consternation.

      and the first living breathing
      creature. a barker. biological
      observations transmitted from
      the ring described around the
      earth. (we all fall down) across
      a now-laden sky.


bowtie and tophat signs
of that celestial circus
enmeshed in orbit. in
rings. in unprecedented
sideshows. barked told
sold woven through the
stellar joyride of man-
made machine and man's
best friend.

                   the gambit there still lies in
                   belief. is the ringmaster's
                   rote or spontaneous ditty. his
                   bark. her call. the whole truth.
                   the way things really happened.

                         Laika's heart-rate. respiration.
                         biological observations. a week's
                         worth of reportage. taken down
                         in a scientific shorthand of
                         peaks and valleys. faded those
                         seven days. at the close no
                         weekend holiday.
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¢
 ivan or yuri or kasimir
          kept count of those beats
          tallied like meals on a
          prison wall.
                        cellular history.
          and one man. surely someone.
          kept the gravity of those
          tally marks. those primitive
          scratches in crumbling plaster
          to heart.


ivan or yuri or kasimir
surely one. esteemed the
moment the switch was
flipped. button pressed.
final breath was drawn.



                     then like a family pet's
                     fatal communion with a
                     speeding fender or whitewall
                     or the last quiet gasp
                     in a porch shaded by an
                     elder tree.
                                 Laika expired.
                     or transmuted. or escaped.
                     was freed of mechanical bonds.
                     of canine capsule.
                     zero gravity be damned.
                                              Laika
                     proceeded.
                                with the actions.
                     (if you'll allow those steps)
                     of history's initial spacewalk.
                     a cyclical hunt that continues.
                     unhindered in the void.
                     leashless.

                     big game or smaller targets
                     pursued by this spacedog.
                     free to follow.
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the coarse wintry night of space
         feathered her fur with spacedust
         and cosmic rays. she forced this
         trail. kept up to its warmth. to
         tree or bay quarry.
                             to prey on
         what led her where.


wings. in another medium.
in an atmosphere. anyplace
else. would have been a
natural development.

but propulsion of that
variety. there. here in
space. would prove
useless.

so she went
without wings.
with no
noticeable means
of propulsion
past her gait.

                             a gait that far exceeded
                             any measured run within
                             the confines of earth. she
                             lit out across an expanse
                             of universe like
your neighbor's backyard.

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thusly morning began or continued
                       Laika was free of her space capsule
                       released by time or necessity or myth

               she climbed.  for every direction in space
               is up from the right angle.  up & out
               from an infinite point.

                                       she climbed or descended
                                       to the center of a changing
                                       amorphous formation.
                                       expanding by law and theory.

       arithmetically impossible.
       she traveled at a speed
       that surpassed electricity
       without time.

       travel without time or measure.
       distance. milemarkers and lightyears
       ignored.
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Laika.  Laaaiiikkaaa…
across a fertile valley
packed to the rafters
with game and peril.
peril put to ease
by a dog.


                       she runs through tall grass.
                       across an airy hillside.
                       in response to the call
                       of a young boy.  a boy whose
                       intent is love as that's
                       what boys with dogs
                       like Laika intend.


she leans into the light stride of her shoulders
to slow as she approaches the boy.  she barks.

                               the boy crouches. he pets the dog
                               with rough strokes of enthusiasm.
                               Laika verily towers over him.
                               licks his face.

this countryside. her valley
is in full view from the hillside with the boy.
trees yawn in the wind.
throughout, animals pursue life.

       Laika keeps tabs on the valley.
       but it changes. peril appears
       & migrates. lines & topography
       are changing.
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she persists. examining the posture
of landscape & unbridled star charts.

       she rescues herself from a more likely demise
       extracted from conscientious nourishment
       in the bent of space. leaping a diminished rock
       fence.


something there is that doesn’t love a wall
that hurdles stone with a dog
& botanical denizens of a slightly
interrupted wilderness.
                                   the wilds between
planets & systems & celestial curtains
the boy identifies as an expanded hunting ground
(if he carried a powder horn he kept it dry)

               & the pursuit crossed its own path.
               doubled back on itself. to repeat.
               beginning taken for a finale
               that repeats.

       Laika. Laaiiiiikkaaaa…
trembling in the vacuum.
breathing the howl.
released
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Everything we will ever do will never happen the exact same way twice. So why do we perceive things to be repetitive, as if we are constantly experiencing a dulled version of deja vu. 

Jamais Vu: In psychology, Jamais Vu (French, meaning “never seen”) is the phenomenon of experiencing a situation that one recognizes in some fashion, but that nonetheless seems very unfamiliar. 

Meant to take the listener on a journey deep into their own consciousness, musician Jamais Vu uses faint ambience, dark heady beats, and slow evolving melodies to seamlessly guide one’s journey from beginning to end. 

Everyday is a new day. Every breath is a new breath. Nothing will ever happen the same way twice. New, fresh experiences can made every day if we simply live our lives within a constant state of jamais vu.

When Ella was born, she didn’t speak for the first six years of her life. She just didn’t feel like it... She was only capable of making faint noises similar to that of a retired clown stir-frying beansprouts in an ancient wok. Her parents took her to the top of the French Pyrenees wearing nothing but a veil made out of sea-shell pasta, to carry out a voice-freeing ritual that they’d seen in Waitrose magazine. Oh how cold it was! She was placed on a friendly rock. Sadly, her parents were wearing inappropriate footwear, and Ella watched the pair fall to their death at the bottom of the mountain. The scream she issued as she watched them fall was the first time she had ever made any real sound. 

Saddened by her parents' demise, yet excited by her new skill (!), she desperately sought to find the nearest person to converse with. Being on the top of one of the highest worldly mountains (in off-peak hours) made this quest difficult, but she soon saw a young mountain boy sitting on a silently profound rock. He, whilst remaining seated, began to move steadily away from her, bobbing up and down slowly. Ella jumped in surprise when she realised... the rock was nay but a turtle! She felt an instant soulful connection with the pair, and began to chase after them, shouting 'STOP!'. The boy, indignant to human contact, and sick of hearing the yelps of tourists across his precious mountain range, ignored the cries. Despite Ella's attempts to run as fast as possible to catch up, the turtle's slow and careful plodding was somehow inexplicably faster, and Ella followed them from France to the Eastern border of Russia, before she could finally speak to the boy (85 missed episodes of 'wheel of fortune' later), who had paused to eat a silver plum burger (the only reason he had travelled all that way).

The one thing she could not have foreseen as she opened her mouth to introduce herself was the scientifically proven fact that riding a turtle for a prolonged period of time can cause severe memory loss. The young boy had forgotten everything about his previous existence other than a strong longing for a Russian silver plum burger. Ella asked him politely if he may care to reinvent himself with her involvement. They renamed him Yoan, gave him a guitar and a pair of skinny jeans, and the two moved to Paris, resolving to live everyday with the feeling that one gets from making a sound for the first time off the top of a mountain. These days, Ella likes to hum, scream, close her eyes and pretend she is singing to a group of brown pigeons. Yoan prefers to play to Russian acrobats. The turtle is still a close friend and occasionally gets paid to clean their bathroom but mainly it just does its own thing. It was always pretty indifferent.

Bristol alt-rockers Belles of Moscow were conceived in 2017 as a tribute to a lost friend. Taking their cue from soul-searching rock legends like Smashing Pumpkins, Radiohead, My Bloody Valentine and Jeff Buckley, the band started writing cathartic songs to help heal personal wounds. Bringing together post-rock dynamics, 90s angst and big pop hooks, they have forged a powerful and unique sound that is both a celebration of life and an exploration of darker spaces.

The band have won over audiences with their charismatic, high-energy performances at iconic local venues including The Louisiana, The Fleece, Exchange and Moles among others. Their debut single ‘Beyond’, a blistering ode to friendship and memory, was produced at Christchurch Studios (Massive Attack, PJ Harvey) by noise guru Dom Mitchison (Spectres, Lice, Heavy Lungs) and mastered by Pete Maher (U2, Depeche Mode, NIN).

Ever since they started out in 2006, the Dinosaur Truckers have toured excessively all over Europe and gained the reputation of a definite can't miss live band, forcing steaming atmo and dripping sweat at any given show. Whether they play at blazing speed or temporarily slow it down for a somber ballad, they're not the ones to sing about sweet country sunshine but offer up the pure, uncut, unadulterated form – potent and dangerous and not for the faint of heart.

Although rooted deep in American music, the Dinosaur Truckers certainly aren't just yet another folk act. This four piece band merges a wide range of styles: From fast-paced bluegrass to country, punk, rockabilly and at times even mariachi impact, they display tremendous breadth of sound and influence and deliver with giant energy.

Now, after hundreds of shows and two full length albums - 'Songs For Homefolks' (2008) and 'Down This Road' (2009) - that both won unison praise from the music press („The result: excellent!“ / Melodie & Rhythmus Magazin 11/08, „One of the highlights in 2009” / Dynamite! Magazine 06/09), their new selfentitled album was released in April 2013 and again was critically acclaimed (check www.dinosaurtruckers.de for press).

The band members are:

Philip on lead vocals, banjo, guitar, harp and bass drum
Till on vocals, mandolin and guitar
Daniel on vocals, steel- and electric guitar
Tobi on vocals and upright bass.

So if those four guys come anywhere near your hometown, do yourself a favour and make sure to check them out!

Frank Wells is an italian bass guitarist, songwriter and occasionally vocalist, who has been active in
the underground metal scene since the early 90's.
He founded a promotion agency, Gentle Exhuming Records - Small Underground Music Forge, to
support his several projects.
Gentle Exhuming Records - Small Underground Music Forge is always willing to release in depth
interviews and get reviews with webzines from all around the world.
For more informations about Gentle Exhuming Records:
• Official website: www.mortalfungus.com
To download most of Gentle Exhuming Records releases:
• Official webstore: www.mortalfungus.com/webstore.htm

Frank Wells - Complete Discography

Mortal Fungus "Mortal fungus" (rehearsal tape 1994 / drums, vocals)
Mortal Fungus "The place of the funeral" (rehearsal tape 1994 / drums, vocals)
Arkenemy "Frost bite" (promo tape 1997 / bass guitar, vocals)
Mortal Fungus "Frightening countries" (promo tape 1999 / bass guitar, vocals)
Demonia "Promo" (promo CD 2001 / bass guitar)
Mortal Fungus / Arkenemy "The split CD" (remastered CD 2003 / bass guitar, vocals)
Mortal Fungus "Mortal...funeral" (compilation CD 2005 / drums, vocals)
World Funeral "World funeral" (demo CD 2006 / bass guitar, programming, vocals)
Transiency "Manqualm" (EP 2007 / bass guitar, vocals)
World Funeral "Caledarium et frigidarium" (CD 2007 / bass guitar, programming, guitar, vocals)
Mortal Fungus "Back to the lombrosary" (CD 2008 / bass guitar, vocals)
Hell Muñeco "Doom core" (EP 2009 / bass guitar, programming)
Scorra "Il girone della merda" (CD 2010 / bass guitar, vocals, guitar)
Cimitero "Lazaret of the abyss" (CD 2010 / bass guitar, vocals)
Cimitero "Morbid curiosity" (CD 2012 / bass guitar, vocals)
Dark Recollections "Enigma of the absolute" (EP 2013 / bass guitar, programming)
Transiency "Abominations of civilization" (EP 2013 / bass guitar, vocals)
Hell Muñeco "Replacing God" (EP 2013 / bass guitar, programming, backing vocals)
Plus…
Scorra “Antica trattoria della merda” (scheduled for 2014)
Mortal Fungus “Back to the lombrosary – chapter. II” (scheduled for 2014)
World Funeral “World funeral – chapter II” (scheduled for 2014)

Frank Wells - Biography

Chapter 1 - Mortal Fungus
In 1991, there existed an evil group of subversive youth, whose sole purpose was to show others
about the beauty of death. As time passed, they discovered that music was the best form of
expressing the evil that they had learned. These youth became what the leaders of the underground
know to be MORTAL FUNGUS. They recorded two infamous demo-tapes, raw, sloppy, noisy
death/grind under the influence of early Hellhammer, early Necrophagia, early Napalm Death &
Carcass, before disbanding in 1994.

Chapter 2 - Arkenemy
Formed in 1995 with the addiction of ex-Mortal Fungus singer, bass player and lyricist, Frank
Wells, two years later they recorded a 4-songs demo, "Frost bite", a good piece of thrash/death
metal, maybe dispersive and pretentious at times, but very aggressive and played with skill and
rage. ARKENEMY played many concerts in northern Italy, including one supporting Sadist.

Chapter 3 - Mortal Fungus mk.II
MORTAL FUNGUS reformed in 1998 with a different line-up, recording the classic 6-songs
cassette "Frightening countries" (featuring a cover of Autopsy "Service for a vacant coffin"), a great
improvement which allowed them to be finally taken seriously in the underground. Even though
MORTAL FUNGUS is basically an old school style death metal band, comparable to old giants like
Obituary, early Death, Massacre, Autopsy and Celtic Frost, the guitars frequently evoke more of a
heavy thrash feel. Unable to kneel to musical trends and absolutely loyal to their death metal roots,
MORTAL FUNGUS were put on hiatus several times during the years, but they never really
disbanded. Their latest CD and first full lenght release, "Back to the lombrosary", was recorded in
2008. Future plans: re-release of “Back to the lombrosary” with a brand new song, a couple of rerecorded
old songs, new backing vocals on some tracks, remastering process and improved guitar
sound.

Chapter 4 - Demonia
DEMONIA were surely one of the most promising gothic metal bands of the late 90's. Their second
promo-CD, actually recorded in 2001, was released two years later due to line-up problems
(drummer, bassist and keyboards player left the group after this release). Their music can best be
described as slow, melodic and atmospheric gothic/doom, with a lot of slow doomy tunes, plus
excellent female vocals that, although a tad deeper than most in the genre, reveal an incredible
ability to sing in such a soothing way. Add a beautiful piano, a faint church organ, choir, relaxed
guitars that don't over-dominate the serenity, and you have a fairly good idea of how they sounded.
What made DEMONIA so special was their ability to make music that harmonized into beautiful
melodies without any particularly impressive guitarplay or soloing.

Chapter 5 - Transiency
TRANSIENCY came to life in 2001 from the ashes of female-fronted gothic/doom metal band
Demonia. They started working on their debut EP, "Manqualm" (a concept about The Black Death),
in 2002, and finally released it in 2007. The tracks on this release have a pleasant narrative quality,
there's a good deal of mystery and tantalising plot elements in the track names alone.
TRANSIENCY play a genre almost forgotten nowadays, taking elements from gothic, doom and
death metal, producing a gloomy, melancholic sound with plenty of weight and focus. Someone
heard similarities with early Amorphis, Katatonia, Paradise Lost, My Dying Bride, Amon Amarth,
due to the mournful leads, dominant bass and Frank's guttural doom vocals. Their 2nd EP,
"Abominations of civilization", is once again unified by a theme (the horrors of colonization).

Chapter 6 - World Funeral
In 2004, the original line-up of Mortal Fungus got back together assembling a collection of old
tunes ("Mortal...Funeral"), and working on new stuff. WORLD FUNERAL play slow, ultra-heavy
riffs, with a raw production and experimental edge. In their own words, WORLD FUNERAL
defined theirselves as a "doom/core" outfit, drawing on elements from the Black Sabbath style on
one side and elements from the diSEMBOWELMENT-and-Winter one on the other, also showing
tendencies towards psychedelic rock, sludge doom and ‘core riffage that infused the music with a
slightly lighter mood amongst the darkness. They released one rough demo in 2006, and finally
recorded their debut 7 songs CD (“Caledarium et frigidarium”) in 2007, before disbanding.
World Funeral never wrote new tunes after their debut long-playing, but in 2013 they started rearranging
and re-recording their first, self-titled demo, for a possible 2014 official release.

Chapter 7 - Hell Muñeco
HELL MUÑECO was founded in 2008 by Frank Wells, who wanted to record some tunes he
originally wrote as a follow up to World Funeral's "Caledarium et frigidarium". All bandmembers
are well experienced musicians, they are influenced by stoner, heavy doom & NWOBHM bands
and also by 70's dark rock with Black Sabbath in primis, but that almost goes without saying when
it comes to doom-metal. HELL MUÑECO started with the intention of writing slow and heavy riffs
with weird guitar harmonies and a touch of gothic, they have no shortage of groovy riffs and good
concepts of doom that lyrically deal with social subjects. On their second release they managed to
get a more powerful sound, with a darker approach on the lyrical side, plus a groovier and heavier
riffing provided by their new lead and rhythm guitarist, Mirko Bosco (from Witches’ Brew).

Chapter 8 - Scorra
SCORRA is an italian oldschool grindcore band which recorded a 22 songs CD, "Il girone della
merda" (2008), released in 2010 after a long delay due to the politically uncorrect lyrics and
controversial artwork, all about issues still relevant nowadays in the collapsing italian nation.
They're now gathering ideas for another release, "Antica trattoria della merda", scheduled for 2014.

Chapter 9 - Cimitero
CIMITERO belong to the current wave of bands doing death metal the old way. Altough this entity
was formed only a couple of years ago, their members "were already pullulating in the underground
around 1990", which means each one was involved with other bands that time. There is a certain
constant groove and quality in how CIMITERO write their songs, that is plain to hear when dealing
with experienced musicians which, in their own words, are "opposed with any affiliation with the
modern metal scene". Their music is comparable with a mix of death and (most of all) thrash metal,
with hints of black metal to be find here and there on their first release, while vocals are
occasionally dual-layered as the good Carcass of old did. CIMITERO are still spreading old school
death metal with their second release, "Morbid curiosity", a concept album about selected shocking
events happened in Italy throughout the years.

Chapter 10 - Dark Recollections
Back in 2008, Frank Wells started working on his first non-metal project, looking for a more dark
rock sound with prominent bass lines, 80's keyboards, drum machine, and a mix of arpeggios, clean
and electric guitar. After choosing the monicker DARK RECOLLECTIONS, he collaborated with
longtime buddy Andy Soresina (Oniromantic, Stygian, Neophyte, Alice in Darkland among others),
who provided amazing guitar arrangements, and writer Davide Montoro who wrote introspective
and moody lyrics. Struggling to find a reliable singer, and reluctant to take on vocal duties, Frank
shelved the project a few times before finally finding the warm and deep voice of Anthony Manuzi,
formerly of UK darkwave band Veil of Isis, whose main influences are Joy Division, The Cure,
Killing Joke, The Cult (early), Sisters of Mercy, The Mission (early), Echo & The Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode (post-pop), U2 e Cocteau Twins.

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