Biography
Blues 2020.
260620.
X°X’X’’ N, X°X’X’’ E, X°, X°.
XXX.XXX.XXX.XXX.
No clue how this happened – this collision of two vagabonds with buzzing voices in their head. Whether in London, Zurich or a frosted meadow somewhere in the countryside, the two are always equally alone. Aliens and cocoons surrounded by a surreal tremor, a flicker radiates from this music, capturing a strange sense of home in its inmost being. A glass fibre carotid artery. When everything around is blurring and eroding in the digital overload, they hold on tight to their song.