Three elder small-town boys with some growth rings (at least around their eyes;-) and instruments that sometimes creaks and bitches, in other words, a little rotten, have formed a trio of rhythm-machine, percussion, bass guitar and keyboard instruments since autumn 2021. In german we are called, „morsch“.
“there is no return”, the eponymous opener tells of everyday dissonances and impending dystopias, which do not mean retreat, but departure.