Fire!
She Sleeps, She Sleeps

Aim, point, FIRE!

She Sleeps, She Sleeps, you always sleep DAMN! Beautiful, WAKE UP! Listen to my drippy and dirty sax sneaking between the sheets and your body. Doesn't it turn you on? I will be your wild beast, an elephant trumpeting with its trunk reaching towards the sky. And this disjointed and offbeat drum? It’s my thoughts crashing against my skull. The tension is palpable, the 14 minutes of "She Sleeps, She Sleeps" are pure anguish crawling at your feet. I wish you were here, but the room is terribly empty. Tonight for you I will be a cerebral but non-environmental free-jazz, my fingers will be like a post-rock drum on your body, calm or fierce, and without any rules. Our murmurs will be noise, it will be free improvisation that I will enjoy (but will you enjoy it? Who knows...). "She Penetrates The Distant Silence, Slowly" will be our long cigarette that we will exchange with apparent indifference. A wild night awaits us, and it's up to you to choose among the 50 shades of dark that this semi-unknown Scandinavian trio (sax, drums, bass) will offer us as a soundtrack. We will be claustrophobic under those covers, free from all sin and happy with every disturbance.

Massive album, amen.